Caiyu's face changed.
Even if she was inexperienced, she knew that the ingredients couldn't have such a strong effect.
Song Yinghuai must have added other ingredients to the soup to make the effect faster and stronger.
Song Yinghuai took in all her expressions. When he saw her face quickly flush like a red cloud, he slowly reached out his fingertips to wipe away the soup stain from the corner of her lips and said in a low voice, "Good."
His fingertips were clearly warm, but when they touched Caiyu's skin, she instantly felt cool and her mind started to crumble.
Her body urged her to rub against him to get more of that coolness.
But her reason told her that it was an impossible wish. Song Yinghuai would never satisfy her, but would surely make her lose all her dignity!
Caiyu clasped her fingers slightly, suppressing the panic in her heart. She took a step back, dodging Song Yinghuai's fingertips.
The side hall seemed to be getting hotter. The autumn night wind blew in, but Caiyu didn't feel cold at all. Instead, she felt a bit sticky all over.
Song Yinghuai's hand paused in mid - air and then slowly retracted. Looking at the faint sheen of sweat on her temples, he chuckled and said, "Feeling hot?"
Caiyu knew he was mocking her. She could only turn her head and reply sullenly. Enduring the heat all over her body, she hinted:
"My Lord, it's late at night. How about this servant serving you to bed?"
At this moment, she just wanted Song Yinghuai to leave her so that she could find a way to cool down.
She didn't know what else Song Yinghuai had added to the soup. It wasn't as strong as the vulgar aphrodisiac that would make one lose consciousness, but it was more powerful than the effect of the ingredients she had provided.
Caiyu was full of worries. She vaguely heard Song Yinghuai's soft laugh and then he said, "Okay, I'm tired too. Serve me then!"
Caiyu felt relieved. She quickly endured the fire in her body and walked to the bedroom to make the bed.
She was already burning hot all over. After moving around for a while, the sweat on her forehead became denser.
"My Lord, the bed is ready. Please go to bed." Caiyu made the bed. It felt like she had been through a long winter. Finally, she straightened her back and let out a sigh.
But Song Yinghuai didn't get into bed by himself as he usually did. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Come here and undress me."
Caiyu's temples throbbed. "My Lord, you usually don't need this servant to change your clothes..."
In the past, to avoid Caiyu's attempts to entangle him, Song Yinghuai would do things by himself whenever he could. But today was different.
Today, he was sober while Caiyu was under the influence of the food. Song Yinghuai just wanted to see her make a fool of herself.
He stretched out his arms and urged, "A master doesn't need to repeat his words. Come and serve me."
Caiyu's cheeks were as red as a ripe peach. She took a deep breath and reluctantly stepped forward.
Song Yinghuai had just come out of the hot spring. He was loosely dressed, with an inner robe covered by a monk's robe and a crane - patterned cloak over it.
The moment Caiyu got close to Song Yinghuai, the faint fragrance of soap beans wafted into her nostrils, teasing her fragile nerves at the moment.
Her fingertips couldn't help but tremble slightly as she tugged at Song Yinghuai's belt. For some reason, she just couldn't untie the belt around his waist tonight.
A drop of sweat rolled down Caiyu's forehead and onto her cheek.
Song Yinghuai chuckled. He placed his big hand on hers which was on his belt. His palm was slightly cool.
"You were quite quick to untie my belt in the dining hall. Why can't you do it now?"
The man's hand on hers was like a cool sedative that swept through Caiyu's whole body. She let out a comfortable gasp. Then a stronger desire welled up, eroding her will and urging her to get closer to Song Yinghuai.
Caiyu didn't even dare to breathe casually. Her eyelashes fluttered as she replied with difficulty:
"This servant will try again..."
At this moment, she had already lost some of her self - awareness. She frantically tugged at Song Yinghuai's belt. Finally—
The belt came loose and the cloak fell to the ground, revealing the monk's robe inside.
Caiyu's heart trembled violently. She gritted her teeth and continued. The monk's robe fell to the ground, revealing a beautiful sight.
The veins on Caiyu's forehead almost burst.
Caiyu had always known how good - looking Song Yinghuai's figure was.
At this moment, he was wearing a plain white inner robe. Half - open, it revealed his perfect physique, clearly outlined by the light, showing a large expanse of his strong chest.
His wheat - colored skin had clear and rigid stripes. There were also several deep and shallow scars on the exposed parts, indicating that this man was not a cold - hearted Buddhist disciple but a wild and untamed devil.
This scene made Caiyu feel so hot and uncomfortable that she couldn't suppress the strong urge to touch him.
So, unconsciously, her hand reached out and touched Song Yinghuai's chest.
She grabbed and squeezed.
Song Yinghuai's body stiffened. He was originally annoyed that this girl was still up to no good. After a period of calm, she was trying to seduce him again. So he asked Han Fen to prepare some powerful aphrodisiac ingredients and cook them with those ingredients into a bowl of sweet soup.
He wanted Caiyu to experience the pain of being tortured by desire that he had suffered today.
However, when Caiyu's hand touched his chest, the wonderful feeling that had been interrupted in the dining hall today was rekindled.
The tingling electric current of skin - to - skin contact flowed between them.
Song Yinghuai quickly pulled her hand away and quickly regained his consciousness. He walked to the head of the bed and sat inside. "Tuck in the quilt."
Caiyu, who suddenly lost the source of coolness, felt empty inside. Her eyes involuntarily followed Song Yinghuai.
The man was half - lying on the bed, his waist half - open, showing his strong abs. He was holding a scroll of scriptures lazily.
When he lowered his eyes to read, his deep eyes were half - covered, showing a hint of depth like the deep sea. His sword - shaped eyebrows slanted into his temples, and a few strands of black hair fell on the side of his well - defined face.
He was truly suave, elegant, and extremely seductive.
Caiyu swallowed hard. She stepped forward to pull the brocade quilt up for Song Yinghuai. Suddenly—
The man threw away the scriptures and grabbed her arm, pulling her onto the bed.
Caiyu let out a scream. She fell heavily into the man's arms and only then realized that Song Yinghuai was already ready.
Caiyu was stunned for a moment. Her face burned even more. The emptiness in her body almost drained her of her reason, and her body began to twist constantly.
Her body was hot and soft, longing to be touched by Song Yinghuai.
Her disordered, hurried, and anxious voice rang out in the bedroom: "My Lord, please help this servant... This servant is so hot and uncomfortable..."
Anyway, she had already eaten the aphrodisiac. She might as well forget about her dignity. Maybe she would succeed?
As Caiyu's sweet voice came out, her hands couldn't help but grab randomly. She tried to lift the brocade quilt and throw herself into Song Yinghuai's arms.
The veins on Song Yinghuai's back of his hand bulged for a moment. He pressed down on the brocade quilt, stopping her mischievous hands.
He didn't eat the aphrodisiac tonight. His purpose was clear: to punish this girl who didn't know her place.
He was always calm and self - controlled. Only when he met Caiyu would he lose control. But he wasn't so stupid as to be led by the nose by Caiyu all the time.
Noticing that Caiyu's twisting body had caused a change in him, he started to drive her away.
"...Get out." Song Yinghuai stole a breath and squeezed out these two words through his teeth.
Caiyu raised her head from his body. In the dim light, she saw the man's heaving chest, his tightened jawline, and his constantly bobbing Adam's apple.
She even vaguely saw the veins on Song Yinghuai's forehead gradually bulging, sweeping away his previous elegant appearance and revealing a sea of desire.
How could she follow Song Yinghuai's order? At this moment, she only felt that the inner and middle clothes on her body were like wearing a cotton - padded jacket in summer while sitting in front of a stove. It was so uncomfortable.
Caiyu shook her head and twisted her body. She sat up from Song Yinghuai's body.
When the weight on him was removed, Song Yinghuai just let out a sigh of relief. But the next second, he was stunned by Caiyu's action—