Lily's head felt increasingly dizzy, damn it, she had been poisoned in such a place.
Zuo Mufeng looked at his trousers and felt the urge to strangle the woman before him.
He quickly pulled up his trousers and rolled up Lily's trouser leg.
His brows slightly furrowed, "Don't move around anymore; moving will accelerate the circulation of your blood and allow the poison to invade your body faster."
After speaking, he took off his tie and quickly tied it around her lower leg.
He ran to his car and took out a spare medical kit.
A scorpion, still not deadly enough to kill her.
Lily watched as Zuo Mufeng took out a scalpel and made a cut on her lower leg.
Then, she actually saw Zuo Mufeng sucking the blood from her leg.
Lily was terrified, her eyes went wide – was Zuo Mufeng sick in the head?
Did he even know who she was? She was an assassin sent to kill him. Did he realize that blood was poisonous? It could kill him.
"Zuo… Zuo… Zuo Mufeng, are you… do you have a mental illness?"