Yang Qian's eyes lit up. She hadn't expected Young Master Su, who usually looked a bit thin, to actually be quite well-built once his clothes came off.
Su Junhao bent down to kiss her neck, but the strong smell of perfume mixed with cosmetics suddenly made him feel nauseous.
He rolled off her, ran quickly to the restroom and threw up for a long time. Looking at himself in the mirror, his face was flushed a frightening red, but not the normal kind of red.
He frowned slightly and scooped up a handful of cold water, splashing it onto his face.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Yang Qian also walked from the bedroom to the restroom, still completely naked. Barefoot, she padded softly to Su Junhao's side.
Her body was about to press against him. "Young Master Su, what's wrong?"
Su Junhao turned his head and grabbed her wrist just as she was about to wrap her arms around him. His voice was low and vicious. "Are you tired of living? You actually dared to drug me."
