A trace of dangerous light flashed past Si Han's eyes.
He was someone hard-hearted. He hated entangling relationships the most.
"30, 29, 28…"
Fu Ya started to count down without rhyme or reason.
Si Han frowned slightly and felt something was wrong in his heart.
Just when he decided to throw this woman out, a wave of heat surged in his abdomen. The sudden desire was attempting to destroy his rationale.
"One."
As the last number fell, Fu Ya looked at Si Han's slightly changed look. She slowly climbed up his leg, raised her head, and smiled. "Mr. Si, not only does my kiss taste good, but it is also poisonous. Do you like it?"
Si Han recalled her kiss. At that time, he thought that something like sand was stuck to his lips and teeth, but he didn't take it to heart.
Now, he understood it.
She'd put the medicine in her mouth and passed it to him via that kiss…
