Soon, the drug entered her bloodstream, spreading throughout her body. She leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh.
Across from her, Sam smiled coldly. "Come here!"
Qian Xueying lifted her eyes to glance at him, then stood up and sat down beside him. Sam's hand immediately tugged at her clothes rudely, burying his face into her chest.
The wound was pulled by his actions, causing unbearable pain. Qian Xueying squinted slightly, looking at Sam's head, which was buried in her chest, and her eyes gradually filled with murderous intent.
Sam, unaware of the woman's true thoughts, continued to ravage her body wantonly.
During the year he was undercover beside Huangfu Jue, he had to suppress his lascivious nature. Now, he could finally stop pretending. Naturally, Qian Xueying had become his most prized plaything.
If it weren't for General Barton calling, he might have lost control and taken her right in the car.
"We are almost there."
