C317 Three Hundred and Seven!

After prying open Chen Yang's mouth, Yao Yinyin forcefully poured the murky black liquid down his throat.

Instantly, a putrid stench invaded his mouth.

Ugh!

The taste was unbearably potent.

"Tastes good, doesn't it?"

She held a whip in her hand, ready to strike Chen Yang the moment he admitted it was foul.

"Delicious, my foot."

"Crack!"

"So, is it good or not?!"

"Tastes great