Speaking, Ye Xisi wrapped his arm around Xiyan's waist.
As Xiyan was unconscious, he supported her, staggering as they walked out.
What... what's happening to me?
My mind is completely clear, yet my limbs won't obey me.
She could only let Ye Xisi hold her waist and lead her out of the sushi restaurant.
A sense of wariness surged from within, and Xiyan struggled to shake her head.
Ah, damn it! It only made her feel dizzier!
The entire world was spinning wildly. Her legs felt as if they didn't belong to her anymore, leaving her like a puppet at Ye Xisi's mercy.
Through her quickly flickering vision along the roadside, Xiyan saw Kevin, the driver waiting for her at the entrance to the sushi restaurant.
"Help... help me..." Her lips moved slightly, struggling to form the words.
But her voice was so faint, it scattered with the slightest breeze.
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Inside Shinjuku Hotel.
Ye Xisi opened the door to the suite.
It's over.
Already aware this was a trap, Xiyan felt pure despair.
