Far from her usual self, Rachel didn't bother analyzing Kingsly's gaze. She sat in bed, pouting, "Honey, don't you want to kiss me?"
"No."
"Then why won't you kiss me?" Rachel complained.
Kingsly gently held Rachel's slender shoulders at that moment, "Do you really know what you're doing?"
He was well aware that her current state was entirely controlled by the drug, yet her allure stirred a powerful surge within him.
"Of course I do... I want you to kiss me."
Kingsly gazed deeply at Rachel. Rachel, if you don't regret this when you wake up, the sun will surely rise in the west tomorrow.
"You'll regret it," he told her.
Rachel looked puzzled, "Why would I regret it?"
Kingsly touched Rachel's head, still refusing, "Be good, go to sleep."
"If you don't kiss me, I won't sleep," Rachel said stubbornly.
Kingsly stood up, not intending to continue this conversation.
However, as he rose, Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down forcefully.
