In the next moment, he raised his hand, offering the Pill to the woman before him.
Su Ye gazed at the milky-white Pill before her eyes, then looked up at him.
She shook her head, refusing.
"I'm not injured. I don't need it."
Su Qing's gaze fell to her neck, right where the bite mark had been. The wound, however, had already healed.
He leaned closer to Su Ye, his voice low and slow.
"A Benefactor doesn't get to refuse."
As he spoke, he was already holding it to her lips.
And just like that, all eyes were on Su Ye.
She paused.
'Su Qing's subordinate spent a month refining a Pill for him, and now he's giving it to me?'
'I bet these people all want me dead.'
Looking back at Su Qing, his long, dark eyelashes fluttered for a moment.
"Benefactor?"
He slowly leaned closer, his voice neither soft nor loud, but audible enough for everyone to hear.
"If Benefactor won't eat this, then we'll just have to try the Holy Snake Blood..."
Su Ye spoke.
"I'll eat it."
