Shan Yue took out a rubber tube from the other side and strangled Cheng Yan's blood vessels. "But the thing in my syringe is the opposite. It's used to quickly reduce the activity of the heart. Although the medicine won't kill you, it will cause you extreme pain. Moreover, it's not circulated on the market at all. Don't even think about finding its antidote."
It was obvious that Cheng Yan had yet to recover from her fear. Shan Yue flicked the syringe symbolically and reached out to find Cheng Yan's blood vessels.
Aiming at the tightened blood vessels, the needle was about to touch the skin. The moment the two touched, Cheng Yan screamed, "No!"
Cheng Yan's pupils dilated. Afraid that she would speak too slowly, the liquid in the syringe poured into her body. "What do you want to do? As long as it's within my ability, I'll definitely satisfy you."
"Why didn't you do this earlier? It would have saved me the trouble. You wouldn't have had to suffer."
