"Hmm, so sour!"
After seeing off Zhao Xiaodao, Lin Wan curiously tried Lu Zheng's Hawthorn Pills.
Frowning, Lin Wan smacked her lips, "Not even a bit sweet afterwards. Your Hawthorn Pills lack sincerity."
Lu Zheng shrugged. As a punishment for losing in a fun contest, those female demons praised these Hawthorn Pills endlessly, wishing they could drown him in saliva.
He still remembered Ao Qian crying from the sourness of these Hawthorn Pills... Goodness, luckily Ao Qian didn't complain about this, what a relief!
Forcing down the Hawthorn Pills, Lin Wan turned her gaze and leaned in close.
"What are you doing?"
"Making you taste the sour too!"
"Mmm—"
A moment later.
"Sour or not?"
Lu Zheng smacked his lips, savoring the taste, "Sour with a hint of sweetness, an absolute delight! I want more next time!"
"Come on, more next time? Next time, I'll kiss you right when I bite into the Hawthorn Pills."
"Are you sure you can handle it?"
"Dare you? Mmm—"
Another moment later.
