Chapter 3 - Dare to drug me? (1/2)

The moment Yan Mei drank the water, she noticed that something was wrong. Water is tasteless, but this water tasted is so hot, like tequila. The moment she drank it, her body suddenly became warm, and she felt dizzy.

”You…” she pinched her palm with her fingernail to stay awake. Yan Mei glared at the man next to her.

”You dare to drug me?!” Yan Mei said coldly, her body exuding a dangerous aura. Fang Yan couldn't help but feel a sense of panic, but thinking he has drugged her, and she was weak, he suddenly relaxed.

”Miss Yan, are you not feeling well? How can I dare to drug you? If you're not feeling well, let me take you upstairs to rest.”

'Go upstairs? He is sending me to his bed!' Yan Mei screamed in her head. She wanted to resist, but because she was drugged, she felt weak. Yan Mei knew that she couldn't resist him at the moment so, she could only play along with him.

”Okay.”

When they were about to take the elevator, Yan Mei looked behind her when she felt an ardent gaze. She furrowed her brows since the guy looked a little familiar.

Even though Yan Mei didn't know who he was, depending on his looks, she would rather sleep with him than this bastard.

With the little strength that she had left, she stepped on Fang Yan's foot with her heels and then pushed him away from her.

He winced in pain, ”Bitch!”

Because Fang Yan was nervous and was waiting for the elevator to open, he didn't pay attention to Yan Mei. He knew that she was already weak, and there was nothing she can do.

Yan Mei ignored him as she ran towards Lei Zhao.

Lei Zhao raised his brows when he saw the woman running towards him. He had been searching for her, but who would have thought he would meet her here. Only God knew how angry he was when he saw that man wrap his hands around her waist. He wanted to break every single bone in the man's body.

He had met her once, so he didn't know why he was having these possessive thoughts. Maybe he had already identified her as his woman.

Because Yan Mei was weak, she slipped and fell into Lei Zhao's arms. A scent of mint drifted into her nose.

”I'm sorry,” Yan Mei quickly apologized. She immediately took a step back. She raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. Her original cloudy eyes instantly became sober.

The man was wearing a simple white shirt with a few buttons open. He had that appearance that made him stand out in a crowd. His unfathomable cynical eyes contrasted exceptionally with his well-built face. His eyes were deep and expressive, which someone could get lost in if they stared for too long.

She could see a hint of pain in his glowing eye, which suddenly disappeared as it emerged.

”Um… can you help me?” Yan Mei braced herself and grasped Lei Zhao's shirt with the last strength she had left.

Lei Zhao looked down at Yan Mei, holding his shirt, and looked at her helplessness and stubborn eyes.

A glint of light passed through his eyes. He crouched down and picked Yan Mei up with both of his arms.

Fang Yan looked at the man who was carrying Yan Mei in his arms and frowned.

”You… Who are you? If you don't want to get hurt, put the woman down!”