Hearing this, Zhou Lian couldn't help but take a few more breaths before suppressing the thoughts in his heart.

He raised his hand to open the door, but his arms were held tightly and he couldn't move.

Zhou Lian had to soften his tone and patiently coaxed Song Ci, "I'll open the door first, and I'll hold you later, okay?"

"not good."

Song Ci, who was drugged, had a youthful and cynical feeling like a child.

She shook her head randomly, not feeling at all ...