Gong Juechen hadn't finished speaking when Meng Zhuqing drew his sword and placed it against Gong Juechen's neck, with a look that said if you speak another word, I'll slice your throat and spill your blood right here on the spot.
Gong Juechen immediately shut his mouth obediently. At the same time, he also silently retracted his hand, which was reaching into his bosom to give Meng Zhuqing a pill.
Seeing this, Meng Zhuqing then sheathed his sword back into its scabbard.
An Jing cursed, "Gong Juechen, can't you be less disgusting?"
Gong Juechen felt a bit wronged, "I was just trying to help Zhuzhu..."
"How is this helping him? You're clearly harming him!" An Jing was annoyed. "Which girl would want her beloved to use such lowly stuff on her? If he did as you suggested, Wild Goose Jade would rather die than suffer such indignity."
