Xuanyuan Yonghao spoke while spreading open his bitten palm.
Under the moonlight, a layer of yellow powder in the center of the palm was exceptionally clear.
The meaning he intended to convey was self-evident.
His eyes were deep and serene, looking at Su Yan with a sickly yet harmless gaze, his tone gentle as always,
"It was this powder that attracted the snake."
Su Yan didn't speak, just quietly looked down at the wound on the back of his hand.
The purple and blue marks grew darker, and there was a faint sign of them turning black.
In the courtyard, it was just her and Xuanyuan Yonghao.
A cool breeze blew, eerily silent.
The next second, she suddenly lifted the back of his hand and took the bitten wound into her mouth, sucking hard.
Then, mouthfuls of black blood were drawn out and spat.
Xuanyuan Yonghao had probably never expected her to do such a thing, so much so that for a moment, he actually stared in shock.
