Hearing that tone, Liu Ying felt a chill in her heart and hurriedly crawled over on her knees, "No, no, I only thought I had made a mistake, I'm coming over now."
As she crawled to Attendant Zhou, she lowered her head, not daring to look directly, fear rising in her heart. Sometimes she found her master terrifying, and this was such a moment, she dared not disobey.
Attendant Zhou chuckled lightly, extended his right hand to grasp Liu Ying's chin, and lifted her face up to examine it closely, "Indeed, this skin is delicate enough to break with a puff," he said in a sparse, usual tone.
Then, suddenly changing his tone, he added a hint of sharpness, "What miraculous medicine have you used to achieve such skin in such a short time, tell me about it."
Liu Ying wanted to shake her head, but her chin was tightly grasped by Attendant Zhou, making it impossible to move.
