C96 Perceptual

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Lanjian looked at the movements of Jiang JinYue's hands and took out the herbs from the cloth bag. They looked like incense sticks, but the smell was like incense, intoxicating.

Jiang JinYue handed him a black pill, "This pill is only meant to charm the mind, don't smell it too much." When Jiang JinYue's fingertips touched the palm of Zhao Lanjian's hand