I was drunk... no, that's not right, there was something wrong with that drink!
Chen Yi abruptly raised her head, steadied herself against the wall, and mustered her spirit to say, "He, He Shan... what did you put in the drink?"
He Shan's previously affable expression was swept away, replaced by a fierce and proud smile on his face.
"Chen Yi, do you really take me for a fool to be trifled with? I've pursued you for so long, and you think you can dismiss me with just a word!"
"Let me tell you, there's no woman I, He Shan, want that I can't have!"
As he spoke, he stepped forward, pushed Chen Yi onto the couch in the private room, and started to tear at her clothes.
"He Shan... you... bastard, despicable!"
Chen Yi cursed weakly while trying to stop He Shan's actions with her hands.
But the substance in the drink had left her completely weak; her mind was clear, yet she couldn't muster the strength even to move.