The white pill dissolved in the water immediately, showing no unusual signs.
Zhang Meng carried the cup out and handed it to Li Xiaoyao, "Xiaoyao brother, drink some water."
Li Xiaoyao took the cup without any suspicion and gulped down the water.
After drinking, Li Xiaoyao suddenly felt his eyelids were heavy, he faintly sensed something was wrong, but before he could use his internal strength to refine this sudden wave of drowsiness, he had already passed out.
Zhang Meng watched Li Xiaoyao lean against the sofa, falling into a deep sleep. She slowly approached and sat beside him, gently caressing his face with her palm.
"Xiaoyao brother, I have to leave soon, but I really don't want to leave you," Zhang Meng's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes reddened a touch.
Zhang Meng leaned over and kissed Li Xiaoyao's forehead, her movements awkward, even shy.
She looked at the unconscious Li Xiaoyao, her gaze becoming more resolute.
