Ye Qingxian was rolling uncontrollably in the back seat, nearly unable to resist the effects of the drug.
Chen Xuan, sweating profusely, was driving back from the suburbs to the city. There was still a long way to go.
It was rush hour now, and there were many vehicles on the road.
At a traffic light, you could see a long queue of cars.
If Ye Qingxian wasn't rescued in time, the fierce effects of the drug would burn her mind.
There's no time to waste; he has to find another solution!
Coincidentally, there was a small, shabby motel not far away.
Chen Xuan drove directly to the motel entrance, booked a room, and carried Ye Qingxian upstairs.
The motel owner gave a knowing smile but didn't say much.
Chen Xuan didn't pay attention to him either. He carried Ye Qingxian into the room and began applying acupuncture.
"Don't move!"
Chen Xuan whispered, "Ye Qingxian, calm down."
Having no other choice, he lightly pressed a few acupoints to make Ye Qingxian unable to move.
