Song San didnāt refuse this time; instead, he wrapped his arm around the otherās waist and turned around to press her onto the bed. "Your Charming Skill is useless on this Young Master."
"Really?" The woman wrapped her arms around Song Sanās neck and spoke again, her voice changing, "But you just said you liked me, didnāt you..."
Song Sanās entire body shuddered, and he pushed the other away, waving his hand to light the candle on the table.
The woman on the bed, dressed in a pink and blue gown, was reclining against the bed, watching him.
"Xinxin?" Song San swallowed, taking a few steps forward. "You..." He shook his head suddenly; it wasnāt possible.
"Young Master!" Yang Ruxin on the bed raised her arm with a smile. "Knowing your feelings makes me happy. Although I canāt fly with you like a pair of wings, I can make sure you have no regrets... come on..."
Song San swallowed a mouthful of saliva, yet as if bewitched, he really walked over... Although he soon realized this was a fake Yang Ruxin, by then his body was no longer under his mindās control.
"Did you actually drug me?" Song San gritted his teeth while trying hard to move.
"Hehe." The woman laughed, "Do you like it?"
"I..." Song Sanās face twisted.
"But I really like you." The woman cried out unrestrainedly, but that voice changed again, "Young Master, Diewu really likes you... from the first glance, Iāll always like you until I die."
Throughout the entire night, the ruckus in the room never stopped until dawn began to break, and only then did it quiet down.
A servant from Ziyu Villa saw Diewu coming out of Young Master Songās room, walking with a strange posture, but no one made much of it. After all, with that woman by Young Master Songās side, she must be his bed warmer.
Only Re Mei was puzzled but dared not say or ask anything.
Song San lay in bed, his face dark. He had actually fallen for that womanās scheme and couldnāt even kill her for now... after all, the Flame Sect and Sun Cult were supposed to cooperate.
Meanwhile, in another main courtyard.
Ming Mo was sleeping soundly, lying belly down, but was kissed awake. With eyes closed, he pulled the person into his embrace, "Mingyin, Iām so happy."
"Brother Mo, you should leave." Li Mingyin smiled, "Though Iām willing to give myself to you, but... after all, we arenāt married, so if someone sees, there will be gossip."
"Who would dare?"
"Brother Mo."
"I really want to marry you right away." Ming Mo opened his eyes but didnāt want to leave, "Once married, we can sleep together every day."
"Why do you think about this all the time?" Li Mingyin blushed.
"Donāt you want to?" Ming Mo kissed Li Mingyin, his hands wandering over her body.
Li Mingyin immediately pleaded, "Of course I do, but havenāt you already set the date? Itās in April next year, only a little over half a year away."
"But I canāt wait any longer."
"I never made you wait, now, my whole being belongs to you already..."
"But each time we have to sneak around, I feel bad for you. I want to be able to do naughty things with you in the daylight, to hear your moans freely..."
"Keep talking and Iāll ignore you." Li Mingyin said, trying to get up.
"Iāll care for you." Ming Mo, however, pulled her back, pressing her beneath him again, and soon indescribable sounds filled the air once more.