Song Ning wanted to laugh in her heart, but she couldn't muster a single chuckle.
She had easily fallen deep into the trap, fully aware that they should no longer do this; yet, she had no power to resist.
And he, he had been calculating from the start, using her last bit of easily aroused feelings as a weakness.
It was so like Bai Youchen.
"I'm sorry," he withdrew his gaze and quickly removed the syringe in his hand, "He wouldn't dare to make big moves in Manchester, and I was calculating the time in my head. I can't risk letting him find this place. I had to do this."
He peeled back the blanket and got out of bed with some difficulty.
With a key in hand, he let her see it, "I'll leave the key not far away, you can have someone unlock it for you after I leave."
Song Ning closed her eyes, suppressing the anger that was calming down.
He looked at her deeply, unable to resist reaching out, his hand once again touching her face.
