"What are you trying to do?!" An Lan looked at the syringe in his hand with horror, her voice quivering. She inched backward until her back was against the wall, with nowhere else to go, and looked around for something to stop him.
Her gaze fell on a marble ornament on the bedside table. As she reached for it, Xiao Yihe's grasp on her arm was precise. He glanced at the marble ornament as if mocking An Lan's naivety.
"Don't worry, it's just a little something to make you obedient to my words in the future. It won't harm your body. Since you're unwilling to listen to me, I have to 'make' you listen," Xiao Yihe stressed the word "make." The smile on his face looked like a devil's smirk to An Lan.
Listen to him? This definitely couldn't be anything good!
An Lan shook her head desperately, even pleading with lowered head, "Don't, Xiao Yihe, don't inject me with this, I will be obedient from now on."