"Mm, you have some backbone!" With a flip of her wrist, a pill appeared in her hand. She waved it in front of Mu Wanyue. "I have top-notch sugar pills here. How about we take one each?"
It was a black pill with a fishy smell. Mu Wanyue was scared out of her wits and struggled with all her might. However, Beiting Huang was holding her acupuncture points with one hand and coaxing her nicely, "Don't move, little darling. You know that I won't hold back. It would be terrible if I accidentally crippled your dantian!"
Is this how you comfort people? Mu Wanyue did not dare to move. Her big, beautiful eyes were streaming with tears. She could not bring herself to beg for mercy.
Beiting Huang gently pinched the pill with two fingers and smiled. "Now you're a good girl. Come, open your mouth and let me help you eat it!"
