His lips suddenly felt prickly and numb. Wen Yan didn't dare to dwell on the image in his mind and abruptly turned his head away, the tips of his ears burning hot.
He preferred to believe that the scene from his near-death experience was a product of his own imagination.
But it was a fact that Song Lianhe had saved him. He truly disliked her, yet he couldn't disregard the debt of having his life saved.
After a long pause, he finally croaked out, "...I will be sure to repay you for saving my life in the future."
Hearing the reluctance in his tone, Song Lianhe smiled. "Drink your medicine first."
Yan Wen had only hesitated for a moment when he sensed someone approaching. A cool, subtle fragrance wafted to his nose, and as if startled, he immediately stood up, took the porcelain bowl from her hand, tilted his head back, and drank it clean.
