"Calm down for me!"
The voice on the other end grew louder, and then her body slammed into the wall, the intense feeling of suffocation gradually bringing her back to her senses. The scene before her slowly became clear, Daisy Ginger's face magnified in front of her.
"Hey, are you feeling better?"
She was panting heavily, the air in her chest compressed to the extreme, a sharp pain felt in her lungs.
Looking at Daisy Ginger, she intermittently asked, "Why are you here...?"
"I was told to keep an eye on you." Daisy Ginger's bright and delicate face bore a faint expression, but her fingers tightly clutched her wrist, folding her arm against her chest and pressing it to the wall. She looked at her and asked, "Are you sure you're calm now? I don't want to call a doctor over."
Charlotte Smith stood in place, slightly dazed looking at her, memories before she passed out gradually flooding back. The skin on her neck also recalled the moment when a man's cold nose brushed against it...
