"I don't want your help," Liu Zhiheng said with difficulty, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, "I deserve this crime."
Liu Zhiheng told herself that the pain she was experiencing now was all she should endure. This was the punishment for her being too complacent and making mistakes.
If she wasn't defenseless, how could she be taken advantage of by a disgusting man? From now on, she will not eat or drink anything that has left her eyes.
Perhaps there was something wrong with Liu Zhiheng's physical condition, and coupled with the effects of the drug, when she saw Duan Wu Jiu's face, she wanted to pounce on him immediately.
Liu Zhiheng just wanted Duan Wujiu to leave quickly, so she urged him, "Find me some clothes, and then go and pack the things at home first, so don't show them in front of me."
Duan Wujiu had no choice but to go out first, and according to Liu Zhiheng's instructions, he poured out the drugged water and food, refilled the water jar and kettle, and then returned to the room.
When he returned to the room, Liu Zhiheng had already changed his clothes and was lying on the bed.
Liu Zhiheng was feeling dizzy, with a confused look on his face. He looked at Duan Wujiu with watery eyes, and asked for water hoarsely, "Xuelang, water..."
Duan Wu Jiu quickly poured a glass of water and helped Liu Zhiheng sit up.
Liu Zhiheng grabbed Duan Wujiu's hand and drank the water. When he was about to lie down again, he saw Duan Wujiu's hands.
She remembered that she had once fantasized about Duan Wujiu's hand, and now her mind began to spin uncontrollably. As a result, her movements were faster than her mind, and she opened her mouth to take his hand.
Duan Wu Jiu's whole body froze suddenly, his eyes filled with dark color, as if he had been stirred up by a turbulent wave.
"Ah Heng... don't be like this." Duan Wujiu's voice was hoarse, his Adam's apple rolled, and he subconsciously licked his lips, "I'm not a gentleman."
Liu Zhiheng also reacted and pushed Duan Wu Jiu away, then shrank back and closed his eyes tightly.
But she just wasn't willing to let her willpower be destroyed like this. Not willing to give in to a bullshit setting and a pack of medicine can make her succumb.
"Xuelang," Liu Zhiheng opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse, "Give me a knife."
Duan Wu Jiu opened his eyes slightly in surprise and asked nervously, "A Heng, what do you want to do?"
"Don't worry, I won't hurt myself. I won't commit suicide just because of this. Give me the knife."
Duan Wu Jiu had no choice but to stand up, find a small knife and hand it to Liu Zhiheng.
"Put it on the fire to roast." Liu Zhiheng said.
Duan Wujiu followed Liu Zhiheng's instructions, put the blade of the knife on the candlelight, heated the handcuffs, and handed it to Liu Zhiheng.
"what are you up to?"
"bloodletting."
Hearing this, Duan Wujiu held down Liu Zhiheng's hand, feeling a little angry.
"Ah Heng, would you rather do this than let me help you? Do you really dislike me so much..."
"I like you……"
But she just didn't accept it. She didn't accept the setting that she was born to be a bitch, and she didn't want to be the person who looked down on herself.
She can sleep with a man, but it must be sober, voluntary, and active, and it must not be because of some stuffy constitution or some shameless medicine.
Liu Zhiheng raised his eyes and looked at Duan Wujiu. His face was obviously red and his voice was hoarse, but his eyes were clear, noble and unwavering.
"Yukiro, we can start at any time, but we can't start like this."
It can't be such a wretched, confusing, despicable start.
After saying that, Liu Zhiheng cut his palm without hesitation.
Liu Zhiheng is not particularly knowledgeable in medical skills, but her long-term field work experience has given her some basic common sense.
This kind of aphrodisiac drug is essentially the same as those modern hallucinogenic substances. It suppresses thinking and makes people relax. Her conditions were limited and she didn't know what medicine could neutralize the effects of these substances, so she would bleed to release all these substances.
Isn't her set up to have a naturally durable physique? Doesn't she recover no matter how hard she is beaten? Can't she just play whatever she wants?
Then let's see how long she can last. Does she last longer, or do these things last longer?
Liu Zhiheng visually drained 400 ml of blood and asked Duan Wu Jiu to stop the bleeding.
After the bleeding stopped, Liu Zhiheng lay back on the bed. He didn't know whether it was the bloodletting that had the effect, or whether he was a little weak due to blood loss. The feeling of being bitten all over his body seemed to be better.
"Xue Lang, please go back to your room first and don't worry about me anymore."
Duan Wu Jiu refused to leave, "I can accompany you, I don't do anything, Ah Heng, I just want to accompany you."
"Okay." Liu Zhiheng responded, but his head was dizzy and painful, so he could only rest with his eyes closed.
Fortunately, the effect of the aphrodisiac has really worn off.
Seeing Liu Zhiheng's painful look, Duan Wujiu sighed and said in a very soft voice: "Actually, I don't care how we start. As long as we can start with A-Heng, I can do anything."
Liu Zhiheng was in a daze, feeling like he was going to faint at any time, but he still managed to hold on and said, "Okay, I understand... If Xue Lang is in the same situation as me next time, I will definitely help Xue Lang."
Duan Wujiu smiled softly.
"Okay, Ah Heng must help me."
Doesn't he have as much self-esteem as Ah Heng? Even if the process is despicable and embarrassing, as long as he can get Ah Heng, he doesn't care.
Duan Wujiu reached out and wanted to touch Liu Zhiheng's cheek, but when he touched her face, he realized that Liu Zhiheng's whole body was burning hot and he actually had a high fever...
