Weimo followed Zhao Yan all the way back to Qinshui Pavilion.
The wine poured just moments ago had been laced with an extremely potent dose of Hehuan Incense. Once the wine touched the skin, Zhao Yan would likely already be losing self-control.
The backs of the man's hands, exposed to the air, were faintly flushed, and at this moment he was clenching his fists so hard they turned white.
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