Forehead was smashed open

Ye Anqi's first act upon getting up was to grab a tissue from the coffee table and press it against her wound. She didn't glance at them and headed upstairs.

Ya Shitian narrowed his eyes slightly, "Stop, where are you going?"

Ye Anqi turned around, revealing an elegant smile, "I'm going to the restroom, I need to poop."

Ya Shitian: "..."

Ye Anqi walked away with poise, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

But once she returned to her room, she immediately went to wash her hands.

In the bathroom, the faucet over the washbasin was running with a whooshing sound…

Ye Anqi was rinsing the spot where the needle had pricked her.

Damn it, she didn't know what drug Ya Shitian had injected her with. What if she couldn't detox from it?

Ye Anqi was very aware of the power of drugs and had never imagined she would fall victim herself one day.

"Damn Ya Shitian, bastard Ya Shitian, pervert Ya Shitian, scum Ya Shitian, son of a bitch Ya Shitian…"