Chapter 310 - 308: Something is Wrong with the Wine

Yang Xun sat in the chair by the desk and glanced around. "Your room is surprisingly tidy," he teased. "Not exactly what I imagined a detective’s bedroom would look like."

Yue Feifei left the door slightly ajar, then turned and leaned against the edge of the desk with her arms crossed. "And what did you imagine a detective’s room would look like? A complete mess piled high with case files?"

"Pretty much. Maybe with a few empty takeout boxes scattered across the floor."

Yue Feifei chuckled at that, but her smile quickly faded into a more serious expression. "Thank you for earlier, by the way. Thanks for playing along so well. My mom hasn’t been this happy in a long time."

"If I’m pretending to be the boyfriend of a gorgeous woman like you, of course I have to put on a good performance. Besides, you always helped me out back when we were in school." Yang Xun smiled faintly. He had always remembered how good Yue Feifei had been to him back then; this small favor was nothing worth mentioning.

"I only brought you some food back then. It really wasn’t a big deal," Yue Feifei said, inevitably falling into reminiscence.

The two of them began chatting about amusing stories from their school days, sharing a few laughs. A faint flush gradually crept up her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes seemed to glisten with a misty sheen, making her red lips look exceptionally alluring.

The longer Yang Xun looked at her, the drier his mouth felt. Unconsciously, he tugged at his collar.

"What’s wrong?" Yue Feifei asked with concern, noticing his movement. However, her voice seemed to carry a husky edge to it as well.

Yang Xun felt a familiar, burning heat rising from deep within his lower abdomen. It came on fierce and sudden, like an ignited wildfire rapidly spreading through his limbs and bones. He looked at Yue Feifei and noticed an unnatural flush on her cheeks, too. Her phoenix eyes were clouded with mist, and her full chest heaved with each breath.

"I feel so hot..." As soon as Yue Feifei spoke, she was startled to hear how breathy and coquettish her own voice sounded.

"There was something in the wine your mom gave us," Yang Xun said, his voice grating and hoarse.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Guo Xiumei’s voice rang out from the hallway. "Feifei, Mom’s going out for a walk to digest dinner! You two have a nice chat at home! Yang Xun had some wine so he can’t drive anyway—he can just spend the night here."

Immediately after, there was the sound of a key sliding into a lock. CLICK. The door was locked from the outside.

The two of them fell into a stunned silence. The only sound left in the room was their increasingly ragged breathing.

Yue Feifei bit her lower lip, her face the picture of shock. "Did my mom drug the wine?"

Yang Xun circulated his True Qi to inspect his internal condition. Sure enough, he discovered a medicinal essence rapidly spreading through his meridians, stimulating his internal Yang Qi into a boiling frenzy. The aphrodisiac effect was incredibly potent; an ordinary person wouldn’t be able to withstand it at all.

"It was definitely an aphrodisiac." Yang Xun smiled bitterly, a hint of helplessness in his hoarse tone. "Your mother really went to great lengths just to marry you off."

Yue Feifei’s cheeks were so red they looked as if they might bleed. Gripping the edge of the desk with both hands until her knuckles turned white, her breathing grew more and more erratic. "Th-Then... what do we do now?" she gasped for air. Staring at Yang Xun’s tall, imposing physique, she felt her knees buckle, her entire body turning to mush. "How about you kick the door down and leave? I... I can just take a cold shower. I’ll be fine."

Instead of leaving, Yang Xun closed the distance between them. As their scorching breaths tangled together, Yue Feifei felt an intense, burning flush wash over her, subconsciously leaning into his embrace.

The sensation of her soft curves pressing against his chest made Yang Xun’s Adam’s apple bob. He firmly wrapped his arm around her slender waist. Her delicate, intoxicating fragrance wafted into his nose, stimulating his already fraught nerves.

"Yue Feifei, I only got into this state because I was trying to help you. You have to take responsibility." Yang Xun stared down at her, a glint of mischief flashing in his eyes. Consumed by lust, whatever was left of his rationality was rapidly burning away to ash.

He naturally had a strong libido to begin with; fueled by the alcohol and the potent aphrodisiac, it flared into an uncontrollable frenzy. All he wanted right now was to strip Yue Feifei bare and thoroughly have his way with her, yet this heartless woman had actually tried to send him away.

Meeting his fiercely burning gaze, Yue Feifei flushed deeply. "Then... I’ll help you with my hand."

"I drank a lot of that wine earlier. If you don’t help me soon, I’m going to explode." Sweating profusely, Yang Xun stepped back and lay down on her bed.

Seeing that he was genuinely in agony, Yue Feifei climbed onto the bed and knelt beside him. With trembling fingers, she undid his belt buckle, then reached in and gently wrapped her hand around him.

More than ten minutes passed. Yang Xun hadn’t found any relief; in fact, the torment had only escalated. Panting heavily, his entire body burning up, he gritted his teeth. "Yue Feifei, you’re really torturing me here."

"I’m sorry. I really didn’t think my mom would do something like this." Yue Feifei’s face was riddled with guilt.

She tried to continue easing his discomfort, but he gently pushed her hand away. Yang Xun closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, his voice incredibly hoarse. "Don’t use your hand anymore. If we keep going like this, I’m going to be ruined.

"It’s different for men and women. You might be able to grit your teeth and push through it, but I drank far too much of that wine. If I don’t release it properly, it’s going to cause permanent damage."

"Then what should we do?" Yue Feifei looked up at him, a trace of panic and hesitation swimming in her misty eyes.

"How about... you take off your clothes first? If you stimulate me a little, I should be able to finish faster," Yang Xun pleaded, his expression twisted in obvious agony.

Yue Feifei bit down hard on her lower lip. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded. She slowly stood up and slipped out of her long dress. The whisper of fabric sliding to the floor was exceptionally loud in the quiet room.

Yue Feifei stood by the window. The silvery moonlight spilled over her skin, illuminating the perfect curves of her figure. Her full breasts strained against the tight lace of her bra, giving way to a slender waist and perky hips. Below, her long, beautiful legs looked incredibly alluring.

Yang Xun’s breathing grew even heavier. Staring fixedly at her, he tentatively asked, "Feifei... can I touch?"

"Pervert!" Yue Feifei muttered, though she still stepped closer to the bed.

Yang Xun reached out, forcefully kneading her soft curves. The fire of desire within him roared even brighter.

"Ah..."

A soft moan escaped her lips. In an instant, the final string of rationality in Yang Xun’s mind snapped. He suddenly lunged forward, flipping Yue Feifei onto her back and pinning her beneath him. His kisses rained down on her like a storm. His breath was scalding hot, leaving her absolutely no room to escape.

Yue Feifei struggled briefly at first, but she was under the influence of the aphrodisiac as well. Her body quickly melted into a puddle, passionately reciprocating his kisses. Their tongues intertwined eagerly, filling the room with the wet, sloppy sounds of a deeply passionate embrace.

Their hands wandered over each other’s bodies, hastily discarding the rest of their clothing until they were completely bare. Yue Feifei lay on her back, her long, pitch-black hair fanning out across the pillow. The flush on her cheeks had spread all the way to her ears and down her neck. She could feel Yang Xun’s ragged, scalding breath brushing against the side of her neck.

"Yang Xun... take... take me," she gasped. "You were right. I was the one who got you drugged, so I need to take responsibility."

She panted heavily, her gaze growing unfocused and hazy. It was obvious that the raging lust was torturing her just as intensely.

That was exactly what Yang Xun had been waiting to hear. A triumphant smirk curled the corners of his lips.