Since she knew she didn't have the strength, watching Shen Tiancheng step closer and closer, Mu Tiantian's face grew increasingly grim, her body increasingly stiff.
Shen Tiancheng reached out, gently lifted Mu Tiantian's chin, standing beside the bed with that same high-and-mighty posture, looking down at Mu Tiantian lying limply on the bed.
"So, Little Sweetheart, you're still too naive!"
With a mischievous smile, Shen Tiancheng lowered his head and planted a quick kiss on her forehead, like a dragonfly skimming the water, swiftly pulling away.
Mu Tiantian wished she could immediately raise her hand and wipe away his mark.
But, she really... really... had no strength.
Isn't the so-called love potion something only found in ancient times?
Why is it here now...
Thinking about how Shen Tiancheng said he spent a fortune to have someone develop a love potion, Mu Tiantian's body trembled.
