Lin Chen looked into the despair in Zhao Xiaowen's eyes, which felt like a bucket of cold water being poured over his heart.
"I can't take advantage of someone in their moment of weakness," Lin Chen's eyes gained a hint of clarity as he quickly pulled away from the tender fragrance and tapped a pressure point on the back of Xiaowen's neck.
Zhao Xiaowen's body went soft and she fell to the ground, while Lin Chen let out a sigh of relief.
In the records of ancient medical arts, there was indeed an antidote method for xy tea, but some of the pressure points gave Lin Chen a bit of a headache.
However, Lin Chen had no other choice, because it was the only method to detoxify, otherwise the poison would strike Xiaowen's heart, causing her immense harm.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Chen tapped several pressure points.
With Lin Chen's ministrations, the blush on Zhao Xiaowen's face indeed began to fade away, and her skin recovered its smooth, ivory-white hue.
