Wang Xiyu stared at the hand on her wrist and was completely stunned. The hand was very beautiful. Its skin was fairer than hers and its fingerbone was slender, but it was unusually strong. It squeezed her wrist as if it was about to break. Wang Xiyu felt pain, and the pain made her hand tremble.
She slowly looked up and finally saw a pair of dark and cold eyes filled with a terrifying killing intent.
Wang Xiyu's heart jolted, and her face was filled with surprise."You ... You ... You're not ..."
She watched as Yue tingfeng slowly sat up. His movements were slow but powerful. His eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent. There was no expression on his face. He always had that indifferent and proud look.
Wang Xiyu immediately panicked."You ... How did you wake up ... You clearly drank that glass of fruit juice."
The effects of the drug would not have worn off so quickly.
