Ji Xinhe was cornered by him, with nowhere to retreat. She felt her medicine-induced symptoms intensifying, almost to the point of breaking her.
Ji Xinhe could only experience a dry mouth and heavy breathing getting worse. How could she possibly not be moved by him?
Even if she cursed at him in her heart a thousand times, she could not deny the fact that she had fallen into his trap again. She was at his mercy, with him interfering with her medicine. Despite the number of times this happened, she was drawn to him, just like the first time, without any hesitation.
The last straw of sanity in Ji Xinhe's mind was crushed. She leaned forward and kissed his lips that were right in front of her.