But Ah Ruolan stared straight at him, threatening.
"If that's the case, don't think about coming to me when you're sick!"
Qi Nanfeng's gaze tightened; how could being manipulated feel good? He had already started showing symptoms today.
His body felt weak, occasionally heated, and his consciousness gradually blurred.
If he couldn't endure it, he would face even greater pain and torture; his entire body would feel like it's being gnawed by thousands of ants, with every inch of skin like being sliced by knives.
How could he accept such pain?!
But Ah Ruolan would thus hold him at bay for a lifetime, unless... Ruan Mian knew how to cure this poison, then it would be once and for all!
Thinking of this, he made up his mind and prepared to lose all dignity, and found Ruan Mian.
Before she could speak, Qi Nanfeng knelt down before her.
"Mianmian..." His face was earnest, his voice tearful as he spoke one word at a time.
