Chapter 9: You Have a Home in Jiangzhou?

Sheng Yuan had been drugged. The best option would be to get him to a hospital.

But he was too proud for his own good—suffering in silence, refusing to go no matter what. So all she could do was ask someone who knew medicine...

What a coincidence!

Her family happened to have a big-shot expert right at home.

So Yu Qiao messaged her mom: [Mom, I have a friend. He's been dosed with some kind of hardcore aphrodisiac, but he refuses to go to the hospital. Says he'll rely on willpower. Is that gonna work?]

Mom: [If willpower worked, why would we even need doctors?]

Fair point. Impossible to argue with!

Yu Qiao: [Then what do I do? I can't exactly hire him a hooker.]

[If it were some other brat, stay far away and don't give a damn if he lives or dies!

But if it's Sheng Xiao Yuan—the prospective son-in-law your mother picked out twenty years ago—don't hesitate. Take him down! That way, your mom can retire twenty years early and travel the world with your dad.]

[Yu Qiao: ...]

Her mom was so improper!!!

She gave up asking and decided to search online herself...

[Doubao, Doubao, I have a friend. He's been dosed with some kind of hardcore aphrodisiac, but he refuses to go to the hospital. Says he'll rely on willpower. Is that gonna work?]

Doubao's reply came with voice audio:

[Absolutely not!!! Willpower cannot withstand this at all. This is not something you can gamble on. You must immediately persuade him to go to the hospital. Severe cases can result in permanent damage or even threaten his life.

The drugs directly invade the bloodstream, interfering with the nerves, heart, lungs, liver, and kidneys.

If it's an aphrodisiac-type agent, it will...]

She was listening intently!

Her phone was once again ruthlessly snatched away by someone and tossed far off...

"Ai~~"

Yu Qiao reached out, trying to grab her phone.

But her other hand was caught by the person on the bed. One light tug, and she tumbled down beside him.

Someone with half-lidded eyes executed a series of moves with surgical precision.

Throw the phone, pull the person, tuck her into his arms, bundle her up tight, hold her close without a word, and refuse to let go. He coiled around her like a python, hands and feet both, leaving her no way out...

Pick up the phone?

What was there to pick up? It was just in the way!

Yu Qiao panicked: "Sheng Yuan, you heard Doubao's answer just now, right? So let's still go to the hospital! Otherwise, what if things get... bad?"

Bad?

What did "bad" mean?

Did this girl even know what she was saying?

He had exercised extreme restraint, but now he was truly restless and agitated—the kind where if he didn't do something to her, he really couldn't calm down.

But no matter how much of a scoundrel he was, he couldn't bear to scare her: "Stop making noise! I'm fine, I just drank too much..."

"How is that possible? You've already... touched me!"

In recent years, she had recorded plenty of steamy lines.

This level of intimacy should have been a piece of cake for Yu Qiao.

But lines were fake, and when she recorded them, it was always late at night, alone. How could it compare to lying face-to-face on a bed now, staring at her boss's stupidly handsome face?

Sheng Yuan: "..."

It wasn't intentional...

Purely because he couldn't control himself!!

He couldn't say anything. At this point, all he could do was play dead. He shut his eyes and didn't make a sound...

But Yu Qiao kept going: "Then... mmph...!"

Her mouth was blocked again.

This time it was his dry, broad palm, covering her completely—even her nose.

Shock and horror!!

Yu Qiao frantically tried to pry his hand away, terrified she might accidentally be smothered to death by him.

But as she struggled, her body twisted along with it!

They were already in a back-hug position.

So every movement she made was, for him, pain mixed with pleasure—a scalp-tingling torment...

His jaw clenched tight, his voice hoarse: "Don't move!"

But his palm finally slid down a fraction, revealing her small nose so she could breathe properly.

However...

Why was a human mouth so soft?

Soft enough to make one dizzy and distracted—and it wouldn't stay still, either. One moment pouting, the next parting...

It was killing him!!!