C65 Sleep in Separate Rooms

Fenng Moye's eyes lit up. He grabbed Chung Rann's hands the moment she attacked, and the needle was only a few millimeters away from his eyeball.

Chung Rann was about to be angered to death by this feeling of helplessness. How could this man's skills be so good? It was as if no matter what he did, this man would know immediately.

The hand that she held the needle was still using force