Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

The poison of the Love Dew is very strong and can make people fall into endless desire in just ten breaths.

The sweet fragrance of the Albizia Julibrissin flowers between the lips and teeth oozes out along with the hot breath, mixing with the smell of burning red candles, leaving a trail of hot tracks in the darkness.

Xiang Yunchi leaned back slightly, his long arms resting on the table to prevent himself from sliding. The heat surging within him forced him to lower his head. He stared at his chest, which rose and fell like waves beneath his robe, his eyes filled with dead silence.

The wound on the palm of his right hand began to bleed again from pressing hard on the edge of the table. He irritably tore open his clothes, revealing a large area of ​​jade-like skin.

A two-and-a-half-inch long scar suddenly caught Ruan Chuyin's eye, inadvertently evoking the memory of the two of them in the small courtyard.

"Yun Chi, are you injured again?"

Ruan Chuyin pursed her lips and looked at the bright red bloodstain crawling on his chest.

Qin Guanzhi's sword strike today clearly didn't injure his flesh. Was it a relapse of an old injury? Or a new one?

Ruan Chuyin's heart suddenly ached, and a strong emotion burst out like a flood, causing her to open the robe and examine it carefully regardless of everything.

His cold fingers brushed over the bloody area, but surprisingly, he didn't find any scars.

"Hatsune."

A voice as mellow as fine wine slowly floated in from the night sky.

Xiang Yunchi half closed his starry eyes and looked at the two small hands that were rubbing against his chest. He took a deep breath. The next second, his right hand was already covering the pair of pure white hands.

The temperature of the big palm was as hot as a ball of charcoal, and the blood that seeped out flowed along the fusion bone of the small hand into the lotus pattern.

The slightly itchy, warm and moist touch made her panic and she broke free from the strength in her hand and turned over the back of her hand. In the candlelight, she nervously confirmed what she was thinking.

The blood drop left a thick mark on the palm of her hand like a touch of vermilion, winding down along her palm lines.

Ruan Chuyin's mind went blank for a second, and she suddenly turned over his right palm. Five knife-like cuts were bleeding, which made her so heartbroken that she forgot to breathe.

"How did it happen?" She raised her head, her eyes fixed on the man who was close to her, constantly scanning every expression on his face.

That enchanting face was blooming with excessive charm, the redness at the corners of the eyes seemed to be caressed by the sunset, and the long hook of temptation made her want to get closer step by step even though she knew there was danger hidden.

"Yun Chi, besides your right hand, are you injured anywhere else?" Ruan Chuyin noticed something was wrong with him and covered his forehead with her hand.

The scorching temperature burned her skin and sank into her palms along with the thin layer of sweat.

The lust rising in the man's eyes and the magma flowing in his abdomen were all challenging his last bit of sanity.

The blood boiling in his throat flowed out from the corner of his mouth, but his left hand still tightly grasped the corner of the table, making a final struggle against the domineering poison in his body.

"Don't scare me, what's wrong with you?" Ruan Chuyin touched his cheeks with trembling hands, looking at him in panic with a pale face. Her petite body kept leaning forward, trying to make the high wall let go of its last stubbornness and fall into her arms.

"Hatsune, I put the strongest albizzia dew in my tea. It might not last much longer. If you want to leave, do it now."

The two red candles swaying beside went out in the suffocating atmosphere.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed, making it difficult for Xiang Yunchi to see the look in Ruan Chuyin's eyes.

The rose scent lingering on the tip of my nose is fading, and the delicate body that is within reach is slowly straightening.

"What will happen if I can't solve it?"

At this moment, her voice was no longer soft and gentle, nor had it the sweetness of the past. Instead, it carried the coolness of moonlight, flowing through Xiang Yunchi's heart, making him feel a hint of chill.

This hint of coolness made him even more eager, but his eyes were still stubbornly pulled back from control. He exhausted all his willpower not to touch her, and waited for her to make the final decision with the little remaining breath.

"He'll die," he replied in a steady voice. As he took a breath, the blood in his throat could no longer be contained and spurted out, staining Ruan Chuyin's lotus-pink dress and half of her delicate cheeks red.

In the blink of an eye, two small hands tightly grasped his collar, and tears as big as beans fell on the back of their hands.

"Xiang Yunchi, you big fool!"

Tears blurred her vision.

Just when the thin lips were about to open to say something, lips as pink as cherry blossoms fiercely covered the corner of the lip that was oozing blood.

The strong smell of rust filled their nostrils and swirls onto their tongues, carrying a slightly sweet and fishy taste.

Xiang Yunchi quietly felt the heat between his lips, and seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock. His shoulders trembled slightly, and the crimson in the corners of his eyes became more dazzling.

With the moonlight coming in from the window, he raised his clean left hand and gently wiped away the tears from the face of the person in his arms.

He won the bet.

The strength between the lips and teeth changed obviously. The hot right hand held up the little head in the arms, and the left hand firmly clamped the slender waist in the palm and kneaded it repeatedly.

There was a loud bang, and all the ornaments on the desk behind him were swept away.

Xiang Yunchi had long been consumed by lust, teetering on the brink of death. The moment Ruan Chuyin made her decision, she finally let go of her last remaining hold on Qingming and leaned forward to press down.

The burning heat of his chest made the delicate woman under him tremble all over. The big palm rolled over her body inch by inch, and her heartbeat was so fast that she almost stopped breathing.

The numbness in her neck, the warmth in her earlobes, and the force against Mingyue on her chest all forced her to let out tiny sobs.

But by this time, the Hehuan Dew had reached its maximum effect, and the man on her couldn't slow down at all, instead becoming even more wanton and wild. The charming scenery in the house also blossomed with the most prosperous spring.

The low roar and intermittent crying continued until noon the next day when they suddenly stopped.

Borges once said: The universe tonight has the vastness of forgetfulness and the precision of fanaticism.

That night, Ruan Chuyin finally experienced what it felt like to be dizzy, what it felt like to let go of herself, and what it felt like to have a room full of spring flowers.

The sunlight shone on the large carved bed, casting a light golden glow on the two intertwined bodies.

Xiang Yunchi looked at the sleeping beauty tenderly, his fingertips gently tracing her entire outline along the corners of her eyes.

The constant itching made Ruan Chuyin wave her little hands to seek relief, but her sleepy eyes finally gave up the struggle due to excessive fatigue.

Xiang Yunchi knew that he had been too demanding last night, so he gently kissed her on the lips and walked out of the room quietly.

At this moment, in the half-destroyed Lanshan Pavilion, the atmosphere was strange and terrifying.

Ruan Chuyin's absence all night made Qin Guanzhi's body pressure drop to freezing point.

He sat quietly at the table, the flickering fire in his eyes flickering.