Chapter 45

Look at me.

Ye Xi'an didn't want to look at him, but Lin Zhi Jing pinched her head so she couldn't turn away, so she closed her eyes; her eyes were sore and she didn't want to open them at all.

But she never expected that Lin Zhi Jing would be so perverted, actually reaching out to pry her eyelids open; to show her stubbornness, she rolled her eyes, vowing never to look at that dog of a man who drugged her.

Lin Zhi Jing narrowed his sharp phoenix eyes, watching Ye Xi'an forced to open her eyes, which were all whites, and a nameless anger rose in him: "What's the matter, do I disgust your eyes?"

Ye Xi'an kept rolling her eyes.

"Still not looking at me! Let's see how long you can hold out!"

Lin Zhi Jing and Ye Xi'an were locked in a standoff; as long as she refused to look at him, he kept propping open her eyelids.

Ye Xi'an maintained her eye-roll for a while, only feeling a headache, so she simply opened her eyes and weakly scolded Lin Zhi Jing: "Are you sick?!"

Lin Zhi Jing chuckled lightly: "Now it's you who's sick, not me."

"It's all your fault I'm like this!"

Having said that, Ye Xi'an involuntarily started to tear up, her long, curled lashes sticking together, looking utterly pitiful.

But she swore she really didn't want to cry; it was her eyes tearing up on their own.

Lin Zhi Jing's motion suddenly halted.

He lowered his head to look at Ye Xi'an beneath him; tears welled at the corners of her eyes, pearl-sized drops sliding down her cheeks, rolling into the shirt he had put on her, leaving a wet patch.

Her originally unfocused eyes were now veiled with a mist of water, carrying a hint of helplessness and grievance.

He instantly panicked, hastily releasing his grip on her chin; though female skin is naturally delicate, even without much force her chin reddened.

Lin Zhi Jing fumbled to wipe the tears from Ye Xi'an's face, but the tears seemed unstoppable, the more he wiped, the more they flowed.

"Sorry, sorry… I won't pinch your chin anymore, nor prop open your eyelids."

His voice was low and hoarse, tinged with regret and self-reproach.

Ye Xi'an said nothing, merely biting her lower lip as tears continued to fall.

Her body still trembled slightly, looking at him with a mix of complex emotions.

Lin Zhi Jing's heart felt as if clutched by something, heavy and aching.

As her tears flowed more and more, Ye Xi'an's consciousness grew increasingly hazy, gradually her bodily instincts took over.

She instinctively pressed her scorching cheek against Lin Zhi Jing's palm; his normally cool hand now felt like an ice cube relieving summer heat.

Ye Xi'an let out a contented sigh, rubbing against his hand like a little cat.

Lin Zhi Jing's whole body went stiff, his gaze wandering; he dared not look at Ye Xi'an in that moment, yet he let her have her way.

Ye Xi'an was no longer satisfied with just a small patch of palm; she closed her eyes and roamed over wherever she could feel more comfortable.

But the thick lab coat insulated body heat; Ye Xi'an fumbled everywhere, yet could never find a spot as soothing as his palm.

Lin Zhi Jing glanced around guiltily; aside from the sleeping Bao Jing, there was no one else, and he silently placed Ye Xi'an's hand on the part of his lab coat that had burned away, exposing his chest muscles.

Ye Xi'an felt as if her whole body were on fire, every inch of skin crying out for touch.

When she felt the cool, elastic touch of his pectorals, her fingers unconsciously slipped in, climbing onto his shoulders; her fingertips trembled slightly as they slid down his neck, touching his prominent collarbone and defined abs.

Next came his flat lower abdomen, and a somewhat rough texture.

In an instant, the air in the room seemed ignited by fire, scorching and entwining.

Lin Zhi Jing's body suddenly arched, his breath growing heavy all at once.

He hastily grabbed Ye Xi'an's hand, warning himself that continuing would cross the line.

He lowered his head to look at Ye Xi'an in his arms; her cheeks flushed abnormally, her gaze hazy and scattered, her lips parting slightly as she exhaled hot, ragged breaths.

"Ye Xi'an…", Lin Zhi Jing's voice low and hoarse, tinged with restrained pressure, "You didn't want me to be your antidote, did you?"

Ye Xi'an didn't answer; she only wanted to break free of Lin Zhi Jing's hold, her body burning as if about to explode.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Lin Zhi Jing's eyes, then he understood something and slowly released his grip on Ye Xi'an's hand.

Ye Xi'an regained her freedom and continued her previous actions, her movements utterly without pattern, just random rubbing; this unskilled motion nevertheless carried a deadly allure that nearly shattered Lin Zhi Jing's reason.

His breath grew ever heavier, his lifted phoenix eyes full of allure.

Ye Xi'an suddenly tightened her fingers; Lin Zhi Jing couldn't hold back a muffled groan, tilting his head back to feel the unfamiliar stimulation, his tailbone throbbing.

He began to suspect the aphrodisiac might be volatile; otherwise, why would his own mind start to feel fuzzy?

Lin Zhi Jing was now sitting on the ground, to facilitate Ye Xi'an's movement he propped his arms behind him, his torso leaning back at a forty‑five degree angle, and Ye Xi'an lay atop him, her legs straddling either side.

Worried she might fall, Lin Zhi Jing had one leg half‑bent and the other laid flat.

This pose was indeed convenient for Ye Xi'an; she followed the trail, feeling Lin Zhi Jing from top to bottom, then bottom to top.

As Lin Zhi Jing's body temperature rose, Ye Xi'an unhappily withdrew her hand; it was no longer cool.

An uncool ice pack was useless; Ye Xi'an tried to pull away, but Lin Zhi Jing caught her waist and flipped her over, pressing her down.

Gazing at the unreal beauty of Ye Xi'an beneath him, Lin Zhi Jing's breath grew heavy, the desire in his eyes no longer concealable.

He lowered his head and lightly pressed his lips to hers; even that slight contact made him feel excited to the point of madness.

His palm slid down her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace, his voice low and husky: "Ye Xi'an, let me be your antidote, okay?"

Ye Xi'an could no longer hear his words; all she knew was that she had found another cool ice pack: Lin Zhi Jing's lips.

Lin Zhi Jing's lips were neither thick nor thin, with a clear contour; his upper lip bore a cute little bead in the middle, but his perpetually cold expression made even that bead seem aloof.

Ye Xi'an actively wrapped her arms around Lin Zhi Jing's neck, pulling him down until she could hold the ice pack in her mouth.

Feeling the wet, soft touch on his lips, Lin Zhi Jing went completely mad; his large palm pressed against Ye Xi'an's rounded head, and he launched a counter‑attack.

In this regard, males are always naturally gifted, as if it were an innate memory; once triggered, they need no instruction.

The surroundings grew ever hotter; Lin Zhi Jing himself didn't notice, but his legs were turning into gray‑white serpent tails, smooth scales reflecting the outside sunlight, slowly coiling around Ye Xi'an's body, the scene looking obscenely decadent.

Just as Lin Zhi Jing was about to proceed to the next step, Bao Jing on the bed suddenly woke up.

"What are you doing to my wife?!"

(End of chapter)