Song Tan truly had great expectations for Ai Tiao.
After all, he had lived half a lifetime and had never tasted anything so delicious elsewhere, so was it not quite normal for him to have raised his expectations a bit?
But why, after earnestly fumigating for half a day, was he still not sleepy?
On the contrary, the smoke from the Ai Cao was really choking; it had cleared his mind completely...
However... maybe he should persevere a bit longer, after all, he hadn't applied the moxibustion properly yet. Sigh!
His furrowed brows reflected his growing irritability, but soon, his mind suddenly felt blissfully dizzy, as if he were tired and ready to sleep, yet his thoughts were still incredibly active...
Oh no, he couldn't have been fainted by the Ai smoke, could he?!
The next moment, Song Tan had no memory.
Until his head suddenly dropped, and he woke up abruptly, as if jolted, and the Ai Tiao in his hand accidentally touched the top of his foot—
"Hiss—"
