It's obvious that this black-clad man isn't psychologically strong enough. At most, it's just death, so what's the point of showing such a terrified expression?
The most, most, most, most important thing is, she clearly hasn't done anything too excessive. After all, she doesn't have something like Thousand Days Drunk on her. Why is he acting like she's committed murder?
Yan, however, grew more curious. With a flick of the hand, three slender golden threads appeared in front of Luo Qianqian, wrapping around the man's wrist, his fingers trembling slightly on the threads.
"...Did you use Charisma?" Yan retracted the threads, his face full of confusion.
"No, I just injected him with a bit of adrenaline, you know, the stuff that makes him excited." Luo Qianqian touched her nose, "Turns out a random injection can also work?"
Yan was used to Luo Qianqian's occasional strange vocabulary and wasn't particularly concerned: "Save me some for later."
