A strange little red bottle

  As she spoke, Yan Yi lowered her head and pressed her thin lips against Qian Yu's rose-red lips.

  Qian Yu's mind went blank, her bright and clear eyes staring straight at Yan Yicheng's elegant face. Yan Yicheng's face was enlarged in front of her, with long eyelashes, delicate and pale skin, a clean and pale face, always exuding a noble and elegant temperament. The slightly opened phoenix eyes with ink-colored pupils were also looking at herself.

  Yan Yi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her thin lips leaving Qian Yu Xian's rose-red lips. Her ink-like eyes reproached Qian Yu Xian as a soft, elegant and pure voice came from her slightly raised thin lips:

  "Xian'er, don't you know to close your eyes?"

  Qian Yu Xian reacted, her pale face slightly flushed, her bright and clear big eyes looking at Yan Yi's lowered, reproachful ink-colored eyes, pouting:

  "Haven't you fallen asleep yet?"

  Yan Yi Mo's eyes gazed at Qian Yu Xian, the original blame turned into doting as usual. Thin lips lightly hooked, looking at Qian Yu Xian's face with a faint blush, feeling great, hands wrapped around Qian Yu Xian's slender waist, head lowered again, thin lips pressed against Qian Yu Xian's rose-like red lips once more. This time, Qian Yu Xian cooperated very well and closed her eyes, but as soon as she did, she felt a surge of invisible pressure strike her brain, immediately losing consciousness.

  Yan Yi looked at Qian Yu Xian's cooperative closed her big watery eyes, tightly attached to Qian Yu Xian's rose-like red lips thin lips lightly hooked, just about to close his good-looking Danfeng eyes when he suddenly felt that his back was poured with inexplicable **, Yan Yi secretly frowned, using internal strength to try and resist the inexplicable ** invasion into his body, but it had no effect.

  Suddenly, Qian Yu Xian stretched out her hand to push away Yan Yi. In her right hand was a small red bottle that she had just picked up from the stream where it had been thrown away by her. Qian Yu Xian's eyes were empty as she stared at Yan Yi who looked at her in confusion because of being suddenly pushed away.

  Yan Yi looked at the small red bottle in Qian Yu Xian's right hand, furrowed his brow, and then gazed into Qian Yu Xian's empty eyes. Yan Yi knew that Qian Yu Xian was unaware of being controlled, which is why he would use the contents of the bottle on his own back. Yan Yi's ink-like eyes looked at Qian Yu Xian as he called out in a voice as gentle and clear as a piano:

  Xian'er?

  Yan Yi was about to take a step forward, wanting to walk away from Qian Yu Xian, but saw that Qian Yu Xian's empty and hollow eyes had returned to normal. Yan Yi didn't take another step, his ink-like eyes coldly gazing at Qian Yu Xian. His thin lips opened slightly, and his voice, as gentle and clear as a piano, was as pleasant to listen to as ever, but the tone was no longer the same:

  "Who are you?"

  No mistake, Yan Yi's intuition told him that the Qian Yu Xian in front of him was not the Qian Yu Xian he wanted to protect, but the real Qian Wang Fu Di Nu, Qian Yu Xian.

  Her soulful eyes gazed at Yan Yi's emotionless face, her rose-petal lips parted slightly, and her soft voice was intoxicating:

  "It seems that Yan Shi Zi treats her differently than others, but you'd better keep this difference going. I've told you before, if you have even a little bit of intention to harm her in your heart, even if I'm powerless, I won't let you off easy."

  As expected, Yan Yi furrowed his brow, his ink-like eyes devoid of emotion as he stared at Qian Yu Xian. His thin lips were pursed, and he didn't say a word, but his entire being exuded an aura of coldness.

  The soul raised its right hand and furrowed its eyebrows, looking at the small red bottle in its right hand, which had clearly been thrown away by Qianyu Xian, and said faintly:

  "Don't worry, she just fainted. Just now, in the instant when she closed her eyes, she suddenly felt a surge of invisible pressure hitting her head, so she fainted. It's just an invisible pressure, just a temporary fainting spell, nothing will happen to her. But..."

  Yan Yi listened to the soul's words and felt much more at ease, knowing she was fine. Mo Su also looked towards the small red bottle in the soul's right hand, his thin lips opening as a gentle, pure voice like a piano sounded out:

  "Where did this bottle come from?"

  The soul frowned and looked at the small red bottle in his hand, saying softly:

  "I just met a man in black clothes by the stream, and then this bottle appeared in our hands. But I remember she threw it away... how...?"

  Yan Yi's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he gazed at the soul, his thin lips opening to reveal a voice as gentle and clear as a piano:

  "The man in black?"