Ye Yiheng stretched his hand to touch her forehead, pulling back sharply when the heat scalded his fingers, "How many strong drugs did you take?"
"Not too much," Leng Yu Yan fanned herself with her hand.
Wasn't someone supposed to be unresponsive?
She naturally chose the most effective potion to wake his dormant powers.
Who would have thought that not a bit of it made it to his lips, but instead, she was the one who ended up downing two spoonfuls?
Did she just shoot herself in the foot?
But the question was, she hadn't added that much, logically, her drinking only two spoons of it shouldn't be a big deal. Yet the reaction her body was having was severe, where did things go wrong?
With a slight bend, Ye Yiheng lifted her up and headed straight for the bedroom.
His body was cool to the touch; Leng Yu Yan cautiously snuggled closer and rubbed her eyes closed against him.
