He shoved the pill into Yan Haoming's mouth.
Immediately, the wound on Yan Haoming's head started to heal at a visibly rapid pace.
Gradually, a slightly painful groan emerged from his throat, and his eyelids began to tremble.
"You watch him." Xu Xin stood up and said to Lou Fei'Er.
"Okay!" Lou Fei'Er quickly moved forward, turned Yan Haoming over to lay on his stomach, kneeled on his back, and held his back head with one hand.
This way, even if he woke up, he wouldn't be able to move at all.
Xu Xin, a bit helpless, said, "There's really no need for such measures, I used a low-grade pill on him."
After taking it, although the injuries will heal, the body will be weak for two hours.
There's absolutely nothing to worry about.
"That won't do either, who knows what kind of abilities he might have." Lou Fei'Er insisted.
Actually, she just wanted to hit this disgusting guy again.
"Suit yourself." Xu Xin shrugged, no longer saying anything.
