He suddenly stopped in his tracks and pressed his hand to his chest, his enchanting face flashing with a bizarre light.
Even though he's not yet certain what's happening to him, he can keenly sense that his current state is definitely off.
Moments like these when even his breathing isn't under his control only occur when he gets close to Meimei. This feeling is as if... someone has tampered with him!
Dan Tingye's hands by his sides suddenly clenched into fists, his eyes turning sharp and bloodthirsty.
Dinner was prepared by the Zhong Family; he didn't eat much, only drank a glass of red wine. Since childhood, Dan Hanjie trained him to try various kinds of medicines, so he's sure there was nothing amiss with the dinner.
Recalling the scent he smelled earlier, Dan Tingye pondered briefly and then strode to the incense stand in the room, reaching out to lift the lid.
