As he spoke, Ye Xisi wrapped his arm around Xiyan's waist.
While Xiyan was unconscious, he supported her, stumbling and staggering towards the outside.
What... what's happening to me?
My mind is so clear, yet my limbs just won't obey.
I could only let Ye Xisi walk me out of the sushi restaurant with his arm around my waist.
Vigilance arose from within, Xiyan tried hard to shake her head.
Ah shit, it felt even dizzier!
The whole world was spinning, and these feet didn't seem to belong to me at all. I was like a puppet at Ye Xisi's mercy.
My vision swiftly swept to the roadside, and Xiyan saw her driver Kevin waiting at the entrance of the sushi restaurant.
"Help... Help me..." Her lips moved, laboriously uttering a few words.
But her voice was pitifully low, dissipating with the wind.
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Inside Shinjuku Hotel.
Ye Xisi opened the suite door and helped Xiyan onto the soft big bed.
It's over.
Xiyan, who had already guessed this was a trap, felt utterly desperate.
