Throughout all of this, Gu Zechuan simply stared on at her with eyes as cold as ice, as Yang Qinglian pressed her body into his and rubbed herself against him again and again. Whatever it was, the effect was definitely potent, devastatingly potent. If he had really drank that cup of water, by now he’d definitely have lost control over himself and started doing unspeakable things to Yang Qinglian. Looking at her, it was definitely not something that could be held back by force of will alone.
"Lian, have you ever heard of an age old saying that karma is a bitch?" A dangerous and ruthless light gleamed in Gu Zechuan’s eyes, as he looked on Yang Qinglian’s actions.
Finally noticing the animosity in Gu Zechuan’s eyes, Yang Qinglian’s hazy and clouded mind suddenly cleared a little.
"Zechuan, what are you saying?" Yang Qinglian asked.
But that moment of clarity lasted no more than a fraction of a second, as the drug began eating at her rational consciousness once more.
"It feels, so hot... Zechuan... give it to me... quick..."