His expression turning unsightly for a second at the uncomfortably clammy and waxy wet feeling in his hands, Yang Jingshen still forced open sister Wan's jaws and successively poured the content of the two uncorked tubes into her mouth. Some of the pale pink liquid trickled off the corner of the comatose woman's lips as he forcefully closed her mouth again– yet most of the liquid seemed to have been ingested.
Yang Jingshen then slowly stood up, restraining the need to wipe his hands on his clothes. His eyes were cold as he stared down at the woman lying prone at his feet before finally speaking in a low and threatening voice. "You better live. I don't want to regret spending my precious points on a useless thing like you!"
