In the guest room:
Bo Qing frowned, his expression grave as he looked at the woman in front of him.
Bo Huan's consciousness was blurred, and she felt unbearably hot.
The only thing Bo Huan could think of was to keep tearing at her own clothes, hoping it might make her feel somewhat better.
Bo Huan bit her lip, feeling like her lips were almost being bitten through and bleeding.
"Hot..."
"Bo Qing..."
"Brother..."
Bo Huan called out her own name.
Bo Qing's whole body was rigid with tension as he looked at the petite girl before him. He hesitated for a moment and then abandoned the idea of taking Bo Huan to the hospital.
After all... part of it was the time delay.
Secondly, Bo Huan is a public figure, and he absolutely couldn't ruin her reputation.
Protecting Bo Huan's reputation was also of utmost importance.
...
Due to the opponent's use of more than three different stimulative drugs, Bo Qing squinted his eyes. Now... he had no way to neutralize this toxin.
