Seeing Yun Shangshu squint his eyes, she hurriedly explained, "However, it won't harm your body. It will only make you fall asleep when you smell the scent of vanilla. I did this just in case, since you always want to kill me, so I had to keep a trick up my sleeve..."
In fact, she had another purpose—revenge!
A gentle breeze passed by, carrying a faint scent of vanilla.
Feng Yueya looked at him puzzled, "Huh? Why don't you faint when you smell the vanilla now?"
Yun Shangshu turned to her, scoffing, "That's because I've been holding my breath."
"Oh," she nodded, understanding.
Yun Shangshu frowned displeased. What was wrong with him? Why was he explaining so much to her?
"Give it to me," he suddenly extended a hand toward her.
"What?"
"The antidote!"
Feng Yueya, embarrassed, scratched her head and giggled, "Well, I haven't made an antidote."
Yun Shangshu turned abruptly, his smile vanishing.
"Do you think I would believe that?"
"I'm telling the truth."
