Every time she saw this, Wen Xiuxiu's heart ached as if pricked by needles.
'But that love should have been hers.'
The resentment in Wen Xiuxiu's heart grew stronger and stronger.
She didn't understand why Fei Jin was so cold and distant toward her.
Wen Xiuxiu brushed the dirt from her clothes, then rushed forward without a second thought. She threw her arms around Fei Jin and desperately began to undo his clothes.
Normally, Fei Jin could have tossed her aside with a single hand.
But under the effects of the drug, Fei Jin was completely drained of strength. A fever raged through his body, and his mind was hazy.
'I have to succeed today, no matter what,' Wen Xiuxiu resolved.
For a moment, Fei Jin was unable to push her away.
Seeing this, Wen Xiuxiu grew even bolder.
Her fingers trembled as she unfastened Fei Jin's shirt.
"Brother Fei, just for one night!"
Catching a glimpse of the muscles beneath Fei Jin's disheveled collar, Wen Xiuxiu gulped.
