The taste of blood spread in her mouth. The sharp pain on the tip of her tongue made Qiao Jing's mind a bit clearer, temporarily alleviating the effect of the drug in her system, and her strength somewhat returned.
She knew very well that she must seize this moment to defeat the two fools, Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei, and then leave this place immediately.
At this moment, Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei hadn't noticed anything wrong yet.
"Qiao Jing, stop struggling in vain. Behave and surrender to the two of us. If you make us happy, maybe we'll consider letting you go without letting other men defile you."
As soon as Zhan Bei finished speaking, Zhan Nan grinned, "That's right, as long as you serve us well, we might consider forgiving what you've done before."
As they spoke, they approached Qiao Jing from both sides, reaching out to grab her hands.
Qiao Jing's face was cold, without a trace of emotion.
