There was nothing shameful about wanting to share a common language with Lanlan, to achieve a deeper mental and emotional connection.
So, Huo Zhanting sat commandingly on the sofa, closed his eyes, and furrowed his brow, beginning to meticulously sense every feeling in his body after drinking the potion.
He was determined to be able to give her a satisfactory report when she got home.
First, there was heat.
An inexplicable heat rose from where the potion had traveled, then erupted like a shower of sparks, instantly engulfing his entire body.
He felt as if he were being roasted over a fire.
His Adam's apple bobbed restlessly, and every inch of his skin felt as scorching hot as a branding iron.
'What kind of potion did Lanlan develop?'
'Can this really treat a male's mania?'
Huo Zhanting's breathing grew heavier, and an inexplicable look of embarrassment flashed across his face.
