Ye Qianming squinted his eyes at her, "Will you let my essence dissipate?"
This woman, although she always infuriates him and lays various traps for him, has never actually harmed him.
He trusts her, or else he would have self-destructed when this subsoul was first restrained.
How could he allow her to defile him like this!
Is he someone to be kissed and hugged casually?
Even if it's just a subsoul, that's not okay!
And it's only this woman who could do such a thing.
"Of course not," Luo Qingtong replied without even thinking.
"But what if something goes wrong! What if I don't notice in time?" she said, raising her hand to pinch his little cheek.
"Forget it, luckily nothing went wrong this time. Take this bottle of Yin Soul Pills for yourself."
Luo Qingtong, still somewhat uneasy, immediately took out a defective ring, strung it with a red cord, and hung it around Ye Qianming's neck.
