Hui Feichi sighed, pushed himself up, opened a small cabinet beside him, and handed him a small glass bottle.
"A one-time antidote."
The man knelt on one knee, poured the medicine into his palm, and tried to force it into her mouth.
She pressed her lips together tightly, refusing to budge.
Lian Du even gritted his teeth and growled, "Xu Qian!"
"You deserve to suffer!"
"You deserve the pain!"
"You absolutely deserve it! Stubborn as a mule!"
"Do we have some deep-seated hatred for you? Must you cling to us like this?"
"Hmm?"
"Xu Qian! Take the medicine!"
As he spoke, Lian Du's voice choked up, and a crystal-clear tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.
Hui Feichi pressed his throbbing temples and turned his head away.
He couldn't bear to watch.
Lian Du looked at her small face, as pale as paper, and felt a dull ache in his heart.
He trembled as he gently touched her, his touch feeling like that of an ice pop.
The man narrowed his eyes slightly and placed the medicine on his tongue.
He leaned forward, tilted his head, and covered her cold lips.
"Lian Du, if you can't feed it to her, you can use..."
Hui Feichi turned his head just in time to see this scene. His face instantly turned as sour as if he had eaten a dead fly, and he quickly turned back.
Lian Du used all his might and managed to get the medicine down.
The man's face flushed, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.
He stared at her from inches away, but his lips remained sealed.
The medicine took effect quickly. The ice on the girl's body began to melt. It was clear she frowned, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Just as he was about to pull away, she pressed the back of his head.
Their lips met, clinging together.
This was a true kiss.
After a long moment, their lips parted.
The girl's hair, eyelashes, and eyebrows were damp with icy water, her dark pupils glistening.
She parted her pink lips slightly and said, "Lian Du, thank you."
The man turned his head away and said coldly, "Thanks? I should..."
A flicker of coldness crossed Hui Feichi's eyes, and he cut them off in time.
"Xu Qian, you should be thanking me. I gave you the antidote."
Lian Du pushed himself up and stood, no longer speaking.
Xu Qian straightened up, her wet dress clinging to her.
Hui Feichi lowered his gaze and tossed his jacket to her.
"A flat chest and you still come out to show off."
Xu Qian was furious. He called her flat-chested?
She could have been called that two years ago, but now she had grown up, with curves in all the right places.
Hui Feichi enjoyed seeing her pretend to be angry but unable to speak. Who would believe such a delicate, weak appearance?
"So? Have you thought it over?"
"Either wear the collar, or get out."
Xu Qian raised her hand and brushed her wet hair back, revealing her smooth forehead.
Her skin was fair and tender, her features delicate, making her look like an immortal who had fallen to the mortal realm even in her dishevelled state.
She sneered, "With your attitude, you expect me to work for you?"
Hui Feichi held the leverage, completely unafraid of her running away.
"Not working? Then suffer to death."
The girl tilted her chin slightly and asked, "How many crystal cores per month?"
Hui Feichi couldn't keep up with her train of thought. Didn't she just say she refused?
Xu Qian glanced at him indifferently and said, "Getting old, can't keep up with the younger generation's thinking?"
Hui Feichi was incensed. He was only seven, eight, or ninety years older, was that such a big deal?
"One hundred level three crystal cores per month."
Xu Qian raised an eyebrow. "You're too stingy. When you put out a warrant for me, it was 500 crystal cores per message, and 10,000 crystal cores for capture."
"I'm right here, so you should at least give me 10,000 crystal cores."
Hui Feichi was truly defeated by her shamelessness.
"Five hundred crystal cores a month." Seeing her about to argue, he said coldly, "Take it or leave it. If not, get out."