Webster then sighed relieved: "Are you here to save me? Thank God..."

But just as he sat up.

Smith suddenly took something out of his pocket, blocked his mouth hard, rubbed it hard, and let the things in the plastic bag seal the nose.

Webster struggled wildly, even though he kept vomiting, he still ate a lot of things into his mouth and sucked into his nasal cavity.

Gradually, my whole body relaxed, my eyes blurred...

In the end, he became greedy and was reluctant to let go of the bag of things.

Five minutes later, he curled up on the bed, trembling and twitching.

Donna was frightened and even wanted to cry...

But Smith did not pause, lifted the sheets up, leaving no trace of the spilled things in the room, and wrapped Webster with the sheets, like a huge candy, tightening the two ends.

"Let's help..."
Chapter completed!