It turned out that under the spread of the poison, Chen Mo's mouth had already swollen into something like a beehive puppy, even more serious than after their first kiss; his face was affected too, so he couldn't coordinate his muscles to make any expression.
And Nalan Yiren, who had quickly straightened her collar and was planning to continue lecturing Chen Mo, lifted her gaze and saw his current appearance. She couldn't help but burst into laughter with a "puchi," then realized this reaction didn't fit her persona, and forcefully tried to rein it in—resulting in her facial expression constantly shifting, looking like she was barely suppressing her mirth.
"Serves you right." Nalan Yiren's lips hooked up, and she no longer pursued the matter with Chen Mo, turning to leave.
"Wuwu... wuwu... wuwuwu..."
Chen Mo was trying to tell Nalan Yiren to wait and help detoxify him, but once the words came out, they all turned into muffled "wuwu" sounds.
