Jiang Xinli avoided Sheng Tianze's scorching gaze. She gritted her teeth and looked away.
She placed the medicine bowl on the nightstand, her tone indifferent. "Drink it yourself."
"Lili—" A blood-soaked, furry White Tiger tail gently wrapped around the girl's fair, delicate wrist.
The tail trembled slightly, as if out of caution, or perhaps due to excruciating pain.
Jiang Xinli glanced over from the corner of her eye, and her heart trembled.
The once noble and elegant man was now pale-faced and covered in blood, gazing at her with a look of humble devotion.
Just a few days ago, she had snatched this very man back from the gates of hell.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xinli felt both heartbroken and furious.
An image suddenly flashed through her mind: when she had just transmigrated to this world, her neck had been crushed by Ye Kuo's Vajra Sharp Claw. Sheng Tianze, afraid she'd worry the medicine was poisonous or foul-tasting, had tested it for her by drinking it himself.
