Moreover, she was in dire need of strength at that moment.
"It's of no use to me, eat it quickly," Ming Yihan nodded and comforted her.
"Smack, Han Han is the best," Zhiyan exclaimed joyfully.
Ming Yihan's body trembled, listening to her calling him the best, his heart instantly melted into a pool of spring water, brimming with endless sweetness. A demonically handsome smile blossomed on his face, beautiful like cherry blossoms.
Unfortunately, Zhiyan's entire attention was focused on the Xianzhi Grass, completely oblivious to his enchanting charm at that moment.
"How do I use this?" With the treasure in hand, Zhiyan suddenly didn't know how to proceed.
"Keep the leaf in your mouth," came the rich, magnetic voice, Ming Yihan kindly instructed.
Zhiyan nodded, her lips parted slightly as she tenderly placed the Lingzhi grass leaf in her mouth, like a lamb grazing on grass.
