"How is that possible? My teacher has always abhorred this kind of thing. He won't even cast a glance at it, let alone make it. Did you make a mistake? Maybe he intended to make the antidote," Lin Mengya subconsciously grabbed hold of the front of Long Tianyu's clothes and anxiously tried to defend her teacher.

Long Tianyu was not annoyed, nor did he think that she was doubting him.

He cupped Lin Mengya's face in his hands and kissed her red lips to pacify ...