Then she pointed at Chen Mo on the bed.
"Huff, huff..." Chen Mo's soul had returned, and he was gasping for air on the bed. Not only did his hand feel sore, but a strong sensation of exhaustion also flooded into his mind.
"Is it really effective?" Nalan Yiren saw Chen Mo move, and she was somewhat dumbfounded.
One must know, she had just attempted anything like trying to bring a dead horse back to life, and she didn't expect it to work.
She looked at Chen Mo, cried tears of joy, and said, "You finally moved, you scared me to death just now, what exactly happened to you?"
"I just... huh? You mean I wasn't moving just now?" Chen Mo was responding when he suddenly sensed something amiss from Nalan Yiren's words, giving him a shiver.
