Ju Nanyi tried not to think, as still as an old monk in meditation, and the pain in his left arm indeed helped him a lot at this moment. Ju Nanyi didn't dare to approach again, but simply hearing that voice made him lose control of himself, as images and sensations from just before filled his mind.
Zheng Nianru also realized something was amiss by now, her body seemingly out of her own control, and she wasn't inexperienced, so she naturally knew what this feeling was.
Zheng Nianru immediately thought of the bizarre aroma from the medicine pill, yes, it must be that kind of drug. Zheng Nianru's body felt like ants were crawling all over her, incessantly rubbing herself provided no relief from that feeling. She knew a bit about this sort of drug, but out of fear of death and care for her body, she had never used it.
