Li Tong stared in shock at Jing Yiren, who had surprisingly woken up.
Jing Yiren's face tightened as she noticed a small black bottle in Li Tong's hand.
Without a second thought, she got off the bed and hurriedly advanced towards Li Tong.
Jing Yiren swiftly clamped her hand around Li Tong's throat.
Her small hand was quick and fierce. Li Tong had no chance to escape.
She snatched the little black bottle from Li Tong's hand and looked at it.
Li Tong, gasping for air, grabbed onto Jing Yiren's slender wrist, her face reddening from the insufficient oxygen.
She did not expect such strength from slim and slender Jing Yiren.
Jing Yiren glanced at the English writing on the black bottle. Although she had studied English for a while and could speak quite a bit, there were still many words she didn't recognize.
She didn't recognize a single word written in English on the dark screen. She simply brought the small bottle to her nose and took a light sniff.
