"Get out."
The man suddenly spoke, his voice low and hoarse. He breathed urgently, his spine trembling with his movements as if holding back something, even his voice was somewhat unbearable.
"I'm here to deliver the alcohol and then leave..."
Su Jiuyi's vision became a bit blurry. She shook her head and placed the tray down with the remaining traces of her rationality.
"Get out!"
Once again the man emphasized, his voice turning much colder.
He gripped the bedsheets tightly, so firmly that his fingertips turned slightly white.
Su Jiuyi's intoxication was diminished by this voice, but a certain desire kept rising in her heart, planting a terrible thought.
That pungent scent, could it be...
She dared not think about it!
In just a moment, she began to feel as if countless ants were crawling on her body.
Her body seemed to melt into a puddle, utterly powerless, becoming soft.
