After being pulled into the man's embrace, An Jin tilted her head and leaned against his powerful, sculpted chest. As if by chance, she reached out and touched the small bottle tucked into a pocket at her waist.
Inside was the venom Mi Yin had given her, to which only he and she were immune.
Back when she couldn't defend herself, Mi Yin would often give her his venom. Even after she grew stronger, he continued the habit.
The venom would lose its potency about half a month after leaving his body.
It had been three or four days since he last gave her a fresh supply, but the venom should still have seventy to eighty percent of its strength.
An Jin flung the venom into the man's eyes with incredible speed. Even "Mi Yin" didn't have time to react.
"AHHH—! Jin'er, what—what are you doing? What did you do to me?!" he roared.
He shoved her aside. "Mi Yin" freed his hands to clutch at his eyes, stumbling back several steps in agony.
