Song Yinghuai trembled all over. For the first time in his life, his lightness kung fu failed him, and he stepped into thin air from the plum branch!
The two of them fell from a branch about five or six feet high and crashed heavily into the snow!
A huge puff of snowflakes exploded, filling the sky with white.
Song Yinghuai was pinned under Caiyu. He clasped the back of her head with one hand and her waist with the other. His words seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth:
"Blue Caiyu! You're getting bolder and bolder!"
He hadn't been in such a mess for years.
Even when he was besieged by the Sixteen Yan-Yun Tribes at Na'uerhai back then, he hadn't lost his composure like this!
Caiyu had kissed his lips, and the fire in her body had long been ignited. She didn't care about Song Yinghuai's anger at all. Following his strength, she brought her head closer again and pinned Song Yinghuai to the ground.
The force was so great that it even startled Song Yinghuai.
A hot and fragrant kiss came fiercely. It couldn't really be called a kiss; it was more like biting, and there were continuous ambiguous moans between her teeth.
She seemed to wish she could devour Song Yinghuai.
Song Yinghuai had been forcing himself to restrain his desires. Being so frantically entangled by Caiyu, more intense and unreasonable than ever before.
The medicinal effect in his body immediately surged violently again, rushing through his limbs and bones like a mighty wave. His breathing instantly became heavy.
His rationality immediately collapsed, and he rolled in the snow with Caiyu.
Their lips and teeth were entangled, their clothes were in disarray, and their belts were fluttering.
Both of them were breathing rapidly, their faces were as red as clouds. In the middle of the severe winter snow, they seemed to have been fished out of hot water.
Caiyu was sweating profusely. The sweat drops on her incredibly beautiful face were extremely eye - catching. Her pair of nimble pupils were already clouded with lust.
Song Yinghuai was in no better situation. He couldn't tell whether it was sweat or snow that had soaked his hair and stuck it to his cheeks.
On his handsome face, there were drops of sweat at the moment, showing a deep blush. His thin lips, crushed by Caiyu, were slightly parted. His long neck was slightly raised, showing a graceful arc.
All the dignity of a superior in the past had disappeared. Instead, he was being dominated by the little woman on top of him, and there were moans that made people blush and their ears burn coming from his throat.
Song Yinghuai knew in his mind that something bad would definitely happen if he continued like this, but his body was out of control and entangled with Caiyu. At this moment, he just wanted to take care of this charming seductress in this icy world!
Suddenly, Caiyu bit too hard and broke the corner of Song Yinghuai's lip!
The stinging pain that was sharp enough to pierce through his rationality came, and it made Song Yinghuai regain a bit of self - control.
He fumbled in his sleeve and took out the antidote pill. He pinched Caiyu's mouth with one hand, holding her three inches away from him, his eyes full of complexity.
He should have taken this pill himself. That would have been the safest and most reliable option.
However, seeing Caiyu in this state, it was obvious that the aphrodisiac incense in the warm pavilion was also extraordinary. He wasn't sure if Caiyu could safely hold on until the end of the matter and then find Master Guangzhi to detoxify her.
For the first time in his life, Song Yinghuai was in a difficult situation.
Caiyu was in the middle of a passionate kiss. Song Yinghuai suddenly pinched her cheeks, preventing her from getting closer. She trembled all over, tortured by the drug.
Her cheeks were bright red. Her almond eyes, full of spring, were out of focus. She just groaned unhappily. Her red lips were slightly parted by Song Yinghuai's pinch, and there were continuous sticky moans coming from her throat.
It was obvious that she had lost all her rationality under the torture of the drug.
A drop of hot sweat ran down Song Yinghuai's cheek. He tightened his grip on the pill, sighed secretly, and finally stuffed the antidote pill into Caiyu's mouth.
Suddenly, something was thrown into her mouth. Caiyu unconsciously smacked her tongue.
A hint of coolness entered her throat, and even her muddled brain seemed to gain a bit of clarity.
Caiyu shook her dazed head. She no longer seemed so eager to kiss Song Yinghuai and take off his clothes.
While Song Yinghuai let out a sigh of relief, the desire that had been threatening to explode him began to surge in an overwhelming manner. He unconsciously loosened his fingers on Caiyu's cheeks and tried to push the woman straddling his abdomen to one side.
In his current state, he really couldn't afford to be tempted in the slightest.
Who would have thought that before he could move, Caiyu leaned down. Her soft lips landed on his thin lips, and her moist tongue pried open his already defenseless teeth and reached his tongue.
A pill was transferred from Caiyu's mouth to Song Yinghuai's.
Her tongue was as dexterous as a snake, swimming in his mouth. It pushed the pill almost into his throat, leaving Song Yinghuai with no room to refuse. The pill rolled into his stomach.
Her pink little tongue withdrew from his mouth and licked along his lips.
Song Yinghuai suddenly widened his eyes. His body stiffened as he stared at her. "You..."
A sense of helplessness came over him. Then, his rationality slowly returned bit by bit.
Caiyu shook her head. She began to take off her clothes while pressing her body down again, moaning, "My lord... This servant doesn't want to take the medicine. This servant is so hot... My lord, save me..."
Song Yinghuai: ...
Hadn't he just been trying to save her?
However, before his angry smile could fully form, it froze on his lips due to Caiyu's next move.
Caiyu's lips moved down along his Adam's apple and bit his chest.
At the same time, her hands attacked Song Yinghuai's abdomen.
She was familiar with the movements but still lacked proper technique.
"My lord..."
Caiyu kept calling him in her sweetest voice. "Song... Ying... Huai..."
Song Yinghuai's mind was in a whirl. The consciousness that had just been pulled back to the edge of rationality was once again shattered by Caiyu's call.
He gasped for a few breaths, his eyes blurred. He looked at Caiyu as if he was under a spell and slowly got closer to her...
"Seductress." Song Yinghuai grabbed her waist. His lips rubbed against her ear as he gasped urgently. His voice was filled with the grinding of his teeth. "Save me. Let's save each other!"
He picked Caiyu up again.
Fortunately, the place where they had fallen was outside another warm pavilion. Just a dozen meters away, there was a row of empty warm pavilions.
It was extremely cold. If the two of them had sex outdoors, even if he was okay, how could a woman endure it?
Song Yinghuai carried Caiyu and rushed into the warm pavilion like a shooting star.
"Thud!"
In the dim light, Caiyu was roughly thrown onto the soft couch in the warm pavilion by the man. Without any hesitation, he kissed her fiercely.
Song Yinghuai's voice was like a demon whispering in her ear. "This time, I'll definitely make you remember how we saved each other..."
He bit down on Caiyu's sensitive earlobe like a precious jade, making her suddenly arch her back like a fully drawn bow, twisting her slender waist to the extreme.
Her water - green dress spread out on the soft couch covered with animal fur. The layers of folds trembled with the shaking of her body, like the ripples on a spring lake blown by the wind.
Caiyu was already curvaceous and charming. Coupled with her body that was now white and red, sweating profusely, she seemed like a saintess sacrificed in an ancient ritual.
The hot air rising in the room couldn't be cooled even by the cold winter wind...
The guests who were admiring the plum blossoms were sitting at the banquet, enjoying the picked plum branches to their heart's content.
In this Plum Grove Villa, where the sky was the roof and the earth was the mat, Dong Fangzhuo was extremely generous. He held a three - day plum - viewing banquet every year.
The guests just drank to their heart's content today, sat and enjoyed the service, and then went back to the warm pavilions that had been arranged for them to rest. The next day, they could admire the plum blossoms, compose poems, and have fun on their own...
All the guests were immersed in the beautiful scenery and the shuttle of beautiful women. No one noticed Dong Yurong returning in a hurry with a gloomy face.
Dong Fangzhuo was invited into a nearby warm pavilion. Dong Yurong looked very unhappy. "Father, your daughter is useless. I couldn't keep up with the Prince of Yan..."
Dong Fangzhuo, who should have been confident of victory, suddenly turned his head and flew into a rage at the leader of the secret guards kneeling beside him:
"What's wrong with you people! With so many of you, you can't even find a single person! You can't find him! Why am I spending so much silver to support you? Useless! All of you are useless!"