This is one of Mo Qian's quirks.
"Oh, really?" Mu Lin raised an eyebrow, "No woman can get close!" That's quite interesting indeed.
"Is that so?" Mu Lin took a slight step forward, without hesitation closing in on Mo Qian, with a smile on his face. Despite being drugged, Mo Qian instinctively took a step back to maintain distance from Mu Lin, who in response laughed even more.
"For the sake of Mo, I will... let him off temporarily." With a faint laugh and an inexplicable curve of his lips, Mu Lin took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out a few pills, chose one from them, and handed it to Mo Qian, "Here, the antidote."
Mo Qian took it from him cautiously, eying the bright red pill with suspicion. He was unsure whether Mu Lin had pulled some other trick.
"If you don't believe me, you can give it back. It would be a waste otherwise." A profound smile curled upon Mu Lin's lips, staring deeply into Mo Qian's eyes.
