"Is your medicine guaranteed to be alright?" Qhianqhian returned to the adjacent courtyard, looking natural as she sat down, leisurely fanning herself.
Yan rolled his eyes at her, "If you hadn't taken the antidote early, do you think you'd still be here talking to me? You'd have long been…"
"Don't jinx me!!!" Qhianqhian was infuriated, reflexively sniffing her own scent, but smelling nothing, she directly threw out two water orbs to clean herself up.
A medicine that can spread along sound waves made Yan seem all the more dangerous in Qhianqhian's mind. For such things to even exist, this world was more complicated than she had imagined.
Fortunately, she had taken the antidote.
This drug that spreads inner desires—even Qhianqhian did not dare guarantee she had no desires. The consequences of getting infected were truly unimaginable.
Combined with a tune that tempts the heart, its effect was naturally extraordinary.
