Han Mo's pupils, filled with forbearance, erupted with unprecedented coldness. "Bai Xi!"
Looking for a man with a "special profession"? A clean one?
The treasure he held so dear, was it something she could casually offer to others?
If that was the case... why should he continue to hold back?
Han Mo called out Bai Xi's full name, and Bai Xi froze involuntarily. The voice, tinged with a hint of dominance and anger, felt strangely familiar, yet she couldn't recall where she'd heard it. She couldn't help but glance at Han Mo lying beside her, wanting to see his expression.
He had casually taken off his glasses, and his light-colored eyes held a taste like strong liquor, mesmerizing anyone who looked at them.
Undoubtedly, without his glasses... he looked even better, possessing an indescribable, dangerous charm.
Before she could say a word, Han Mo's kiss descended, landing precisely where it was meant to, with a sense of invasion and dominance, leaving no room for hesitation.
Bai Xi's mind went blank for a moment, but after half a second, she finally regained her senses.
He... agreed?
With the detoxification now possible, this was the only way. If it was him, she felt... it wasn't so bad.
Driven by the drug, her mind soon stopped thinking. She only felt the heat all over her body controlled by the man before her. It slowly moved from her lips to every inch of her body, and then gradually found release...
The man before her, without his glasses, was no longer the gentle, respectful, elegant man of before. Instead, he exuded a domineering, passionate aura, even a hint of...
She reached out, intending to unbutton his collar, but her hand was held, their fingers interlaced, unwilling to part...
"Xi'er..."
A low, soft call made her mind involuntarily recall the scene in the KTV last time. That day's scene... seemed very similar to today, making her even suspect if that scene was merely a dream, or if the person before her was the same one.
Was it because of the drug...?
His kisses gradually descended, causing her body to tremble involuntarily, a strange feeling surging in her heart.
Bai Xi was in a state of disarray due to the drug. Since he was willing, she no longer needed to hold back. At this moment, she just wanted to remove the bothersome obstruction. Subconsciously, she raised her head and bit down on the second button of Han Mo's chest with her teeth...
Han Mo gently kissed her earlobe and murmured by her ear, "Xi'er, I love you... do you have even a shred of affection for me?"
He wanted her, but what he truly desired was reciprocated love, even just a little...
Bai Xi blinked slightly, her confused mind unable to process anything. However, the overwhelming heat in her chest was sweeping over her without restraint. Despite this, she still tried to regain her composure, gritting her teeth slightly and saying, "Han Mo... don't worry, I will definitely take responsibility for you."
Han Mo's heart instantly grew cold.
Responsibility... Han Han was right.
She had indeed agreed to their relationship, but her current feelings for him were more of gratitude and responsibility.
If he had acted recklessly and taken her today, given her temperament, she would have definitely taken responsibility for him. But with such responsibility in place, would she ever be able to like him?
If one day, bearing this responsibility, she saw her heart clearly and realized she didn't like him, would she then resent him, and how would she then conduct herself?
And he... where would he go?
Staying by her side was something he had forced, and now, without her clear consent, by using her for detoxification, what would he even be considered?
Her burden? Or an inescapable chain of responsibility?
Thinking of this, cold sweat once again beaded on his forehead. He clenched his fists, his light-colored eyes slightly reddening. He had actually lost control over a rash statement she made... What was he doing!
Bai Xi seemed to sense that the person in front of her had stopped moving, and she gently nudged into his embrace, a little uncomfortably, "Dr. Han..."
A title that clearly defined his role suddenly pulled Han Mo back to reality.
Han Mo came to, his gaze turning cold once more.
He looked at the person in his arms, his eyes a mixture of passion and restraint. With a slight movement of his fingers, two silver needles emerged and were gently inserted into the back of Bai Xi's neck.
Bai Xi fell into a deep sleep. In her dreams, she seemed to fall into a volcano, burning hot, but quickly, she plunged into an ice cellar, chilling to the bone.
These two forces continuously eroded her, causing her great discomfort.
At this moment, a man dressed in a black robe suddenly appeared before her. She couldn't see his face clearly, yet she inexplicably felt a deep sense of closeness. The man reached out and grabbed her. The moment he grasped her, a warmth slowly spread from her wrist.
The temperature was neither hot nor cold, making her feel unprecedentedly comfortable.
Although she didn't recognize the person before her at all, she instinctively wanted to move closer. As she approached, the man suddenly held her tightly, with a force that was neither too strong nor too light, embracing her as if she were a rare treasure.
She wanted to see the person before her clearly, but she couldn't. His face was like a ray of light descending from the heavens, making it impossible to identify him. In the end, she gave up. Within that embrace, the heat gradually faded, the chill no longer encroached, and she slowly calmed down, peaceful and serene.
When Bai Xi woke up again, she was lying on the bed, with Tong Yao asleep beside her. She subconsciously said, "Tong Xiaoxiao?"
Tong Yao groggily opened her eyes, her gaze shifting from dullness to joy. "Xi'er, you're finally awake!"
Bai Xi reached up and pressed her temples, feeling a severe headache and a hoarse voice. "Yes, I'm awake. Why am I here? What happened to me?"
Tong Yao lunged at Bai Xi, hugging her tightly. "It's all my fault. It's because of the wine I gave you that you were almost molested by that disgusting man."
Upon hearing this, Bai Xi's thoughts were instantly pulled back to last night.
Yes, she had drunk a glass of wine from Tong Yao last night, and that wine had been drugged by Zhu Zheng.
Looking at the agitated and extremely self-blaming Tong Yao, Bai Xi raised an eyebrow slightly. "It's fine. Even if I had taken that drug, I wouldn't have been molested by him. As for you... Tong Xiaoxiao, once a cup leaves your hand, don't drink it again, understand?"
She vaguely remembered that before the poison took effect last night, she had already incapacitated that man.
It was fortunate. If Tong Xiaoxiao had been poisoned yesterday, she feared he would have been in real danger.
Tong Yao wept profusely at Bai Xi's arrogant yet warm statement.
Bai Xi said helplessly, "Stop crying. My head was already hurting, and with you disturbing me like this, I feel like my head is about to explode. Are you trying to knock me out by crying so loudly now?"
Hearing this, Tong Yao finally stopped her thunderous crying and changed to quiet sobs. "You're so annoying, making fun of me at a time like this."
Bai Xi said faintly, "I'm not making fun of you, I'm just stating facts."
After speaking, she looked around and hesitated for a moment, "Where is Han Mo?"
She remembered that last night Han Mo had said the poison was incurable, so she had intended to let him be her medicinal conduit. Now that she was better, it was likely that Han Mo had "sacrificed himself" to save her last night.
For such a "heroic deed," she felt it necessary to make some promises and offer some compensation.