Chapter 44: All-Caps Speechless

Lin Zhi Jing's face froze; it seemed Ye Xi'an had still absorbed the drug's effect, and he now actually hoped she was immune to it—otherwise, after drinking so much aphrodisiac at once, he couldn't be sure what the consequences would be.

His expression was somewhat unnatural; looking at Ye Xi'an's fair skin, which was reddening beyond normal, with a faint trend of reddening further, the corners of her eyes flushed slightly from heat, and her exhaled breath was like fire—no matter how you looked, it was abnormal.

Lin Zhi Jing's usual cold, robot-like voice now had a hint of humanity: 'How do you feel?'

Upon hearing Lin Zhi Jing's words, Ye Xi'an shot him a resentful sideways glance, but her whole body was limp, she lacked even the strength to glare, and her look seemed to say she wanted to speak yet was shy.

Just as she was about to curse him as an old lecher who drugged people, she saw his clueless expression and couldn't help doubting: could Lin Zhi Jing really not know the drug's effect?

Ye Xi'an's voice trembled, her words wet and sputtering like soaked fabric, a sentence broken into fragments: 'You really don't know... the drug's true effect?'

Hearing Ye Xi'an's question, Lin Zhi Jing glanced away guiltily, but still told her the truth: 'Sorry, I actually knew; I wanted to test whether you could be immune to the drug.'

"You!"

"As expected! He knew!"

Ye Xi'an, furious, raised her hand, wanting to slap that disgusting lecher to death.

Slap!

A crisp slap rang out, but Lin Zhi Jing's head didn't budge at all.

There was nothing she could do; her strength now was no different from a cat's paw pad lightly tapping.

After the strike, Ye Xi'an's hand went limp, about to slide off Lin Zhi Jing's face, but his bony large palm gently caught it, and he asked concernedly, 'Does your hand hurt?'

Ye Xi'an mustered her last bit of strength to shake him off, thinking, 'Damn it, it hurts! Action and reaction are equal—you, a researcher, don't know that?'

After shaking off his hand, Ye Xi'an felt a surge of angry tears.

It's too late to say anything now; she only felt her body overheating to the point of bursting, and she needed to find an outlet to survive.

Ye Xi'an panted hot breath, her eyeballs reddened from the scorching body heat: 'What do we do now? Is there an antidote?'

"An aphrodisiac isn't a poison—where would an antidote come from?"

"Then think of a solution!" Ye Xi'an felt inexplicably wanting to cry, a physiological kind.

Lin Zhi Jing lowered his head, looking at the female gone limp as a puddle in his arms; after being single for over twenty years, he began to feel an unfamiliar desire, his Adam's apple rolled heavily, and he said seriously, 'Actually, there is still an antidote.'

Ye Xi'an lifted her head to look at him; her vision was already blurry, her nostrils filled with his clean, masculine scent mixed with a faint hint of disinfectant—one whiff and she knew he was a cleanliness freak.

"What is it?"

Lin Zhi Jing gazed at Ye Xi'an, desire slowly spilling from his eyes: 'Me.'

Ye Xi'an:......

Her expression was a perfect all‑caps speechless moment—such a cliché novel trope actually proved effective on her one day.

"What kind of look is that? Do you think I'm not good enough for you?"

Ye Xi'an turned her head away, unwilling to deal with this male who drugged her and now wanted to sacrifice himself, full of deceitful schemes.

"Who doesn't know what's on a male's mind?"

Just as Ye Xi'an turned her face away, Lin Zhi Jing pinched her chin again, forcing her face back toward him.

(End of chapter)