"What are you doing?" James asked. Yvonne said, "First aid. She passed out."
James chuckled lightly and said, "Have you ever heard of a nympho in need of first aid?" Yvonne was stunned.
"Let's go. You have to get used to it in the future." James said, pulling her away. Yvonne didn't come to her senses until she was dragged into the elevator. But she couldn't understand. Although she had been a nympho before, she did not go so far. So it must be that the receptionist had a weak heart. Yes, it must be her heart. Thinking about this, Yvonne made a silent decision. She should buy a bottle of quick-acting heart-relief pills and give it to the poor girl.
