I am confiscating the medicinal pills
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
The more Di Mo Xuan asked, the more guilty Ye Qing Luo felt.
She knew that Di Mo Xuan wasn't blaming her for taking other men's things.
Instead, Di Mo Xuan was upset that she had trust others easily.
He was caring for her.
Ye Qing Luo's long curly lashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings, her pink lips pursed lightly: "I am an alchemist, I won't take it if I am not confident enough."
Even Old Man Cang thought this bottle of medicinal pills was the best, naturally there was no problem.
However, Ye Qing Luo's answer made Di Mo Xuan's face sulked even further but the arc on his lips became even deeper.
"So, you feel that the act of taking this bottle of medicinal pills is correct?"
Ye Qing Luo: "..."
Who would dare to nod the head at this moment?
She continued pursing her lips when staring at Di Mo Xuan's fine-looking face and shook her head.