The warm light enveloped the room, turning what should have been an intimate atmosphere into one of tense confrontation.
Fu Shiyan's large hand gripped tightly around Sheng Yu's neck, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
The latter tilted her head back, her complexion turning red, her eyes filled with bloodshot veins. She kept hitting the man's arm, a strong sense of suffocation sweeping over her as darkness began to encroach on her vision.
Fu Shiyan suddenly flung her to the ground, jumped off the bed, and looked down at her from above.
The man's flawless face was extremely gloomy, like the cold wind of deep winter mixed with ice particles crashing down. The tumultuous waves in his eyes seemed to wish they could tear the woman in front of him into thousands of pieces.
"How could you?" Sheng Yu had not expected that Fu Shiyan would remain unaffected after drinking the tea.
