"Take a gentle sip, Shensheng." Alvano held the remaining scrap of the substance to Fusheng's lips, offering a reminder. He was genuinely worried that what Fusheng meant by "eating" and what he meant by "inhaling" might be two different things.
He had saved half a portion; letting Fusheng have a fresh taste was enough. Before the half-portion was even fully consumed, Alvano pulled it away from Fusheng's lips. He stole a quiet glance at Fusheng’s expression, wondering if that small amount could possibly be enough to induce any stupidity.
Fusheng only felt a crisp, cold flavor in his mouth; nothing else. When he pestered Alvano for more, Alvano refused to give him a single drop, claiming that he had already turned foolish.
Chapter 130