The room wasn’t completely dark, with a dim yellow light. Yan Xiaohan walked a few steps in, his nostrils flaring as he suddenly detected an unfamiliar fragrance. He was slightly stunned, and then an indescribable pleasure surged directly to the top of his head, making him instantly dizzy and unsteady. The fragrance suddenly became intense, like oil poured onto a flame, causing the fire to explode. His blood boiled, and several blood vessels quickly appeared in his eyes. His lower abdomen felt like burning with a raging fire, and his lower body immediately responded.
“Clang” – the knife fell to the ground.
His body was like a dilapidated, wobbling cage that could no longer contain the restlessness and endless desire. Yan Xiaohan bit his tongue tip and staggered to the door, but the door that had just opened easily was now firmly locked from the outside. His entire body muscles spasmed, with his fingertips trembling uncontrollably. His body was extremely excited, yet he lacked the strength to break through the door.
A complete trap… the “mute child” leading the way was a prepared ambush.
The fragrance seemed to have a life of its own, wrapping and entangling him, wandering through his limbs. The darkness before his eyes transformed into bizarre, surreal dreamscapes. In the last trace of clarity before being burned by desire, Yan Xiaohan suddenly recalled the previous Jin Wu Wei case, where an entire courtyard of Flying Dragon Guards had been compromised. Shen Yice had once said that such a drug would make one feel “pleasure beyond pleasure”.
However, this hair-raising thought didn’t last long. He quickly lost his train of thought, his mind chaotic and jumbled, soaring to the clouds one moment and sinking into fog the next. Finally, he slid down against the wall, closed his eyes, with his chest heaving violently and breathing becoming increasingly rapid.
He gritted his teeth, desperately suppressing the moans about to escape, with several hideous blue veins emerging on the back of his hand. Large droplets of sweat ran from his temples into the corners of his eyes. At the moment of being overwhelmed by desire, he finally couldn’t hold back, trembling as he called out “Jing Yuan”.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the village.
