No wonder she wasn't fighting him back when I ran into the party room… She wasn't drunk; she was drugged!
If I hadn't have shown up and gone mad with rage and rescued her, her husband might have…
As Qin Jiayan's adrenaline calmed, he began to feel frightened. Fear annoyingly crawled over his back, causing an indescribable rage.
Qin Jiayan pinched Su Qing's chin harder. He gritted his teeth as he stared at her for a while before she recovered her composure. His hand dropped from her chin and grabbed her wrist. He was going to take her to the hospital.
After he dragged her two steps toward the door, Su Qin suddenly threw herself on his back and tightly held him around his waist. She then ran one hand along his thin shirt trying to find his skin. Her warm breath on his back aroused him.