The toxin infiltrated her heart, indicating that Liu Lanxin was not conscious on her own.
At this moment, all her actions, seemingly active, were actually passive.
If he really went ahead with it, how would that make him any different from the scum, Liu Mang?
But Xia Liu wasn't a saint; he was also a man, and his urges were incredibly strong.
At this time, he struggled internally, debating whether he should or shouldn't.
In the end, he still pushed Liu Lanxin away, even if he was going to, he had to wait until she was fully conscious.
Such precious memories and high-end enjoyment couldn't be guided by a mere pill.
Due to the strong medicinal effects, the pushed-away Liu Lanxin lunged at him again.
Xia Liu stared at her intensely, then pressed his palm against her head.
His other hand felt around in his pocket, and in an instant, a piece of thin cloth appeared in his hand.
When the cloth unfolded, a row of uneven silver needles lay upon it.
