“I don’t want to be here either! It’s all because of you, you filthy birdbrain—going after your own cousin? You’re a straight-up criminal. Jailbait central.”
Yan Zhen cracked his knuckles as he strode toward Xiao Shi.
“As a partner of justice, the great hero Yan Zhen can’t just ignore this without a guilty conscience… I advise you to surrender. Otherwise, I won’t hold back.”
“I-I don’t know what nonsense you’re spouting! Don’t slander me!” Xiao Shi put on an utterly innocent face, playing the part to perfection. “You’re the one trespassing in private property—you should be the one getting arrested! G-Get out of here now, and I can pretend this never happened. I’ll let you off this once!”
“Looks like you won’t cry until you see the coffin. Not that I ever planned to let you go in the first place—bro, I just can’t stand scum like you who spike drinks and assault women.”
Xiao Xinyan had only been a test subject for the concentrated Dawn Dream Dew. Xiao Shi’s real targets were the four campus belles in his house.
“What are you gonna do? Stay back!”
Xiao Shi circulated his mystic power and even activated his Wrist Guard Mystic Artifact, desperate to make a run for it.
He had watched with his own eyes as Yan Zhen defeated Lan Ke in a straight-up fight. The thought of battling Yan Zhen filled him with zero enthusiasm.
Yan Zhen snorted coldly. His spiritual power locked onto Xiao Shi effortlessly, and then he shot forward, slamming a fist into him that sent the man flying several meters back. Xiao Shi crashed into a tree by the courtyard wall.
Xiao Shi nearly puked up the booze sloshing in his gut and let out a ghostly wail.
“Murder! Murder… Urp!”
Yan Zhen followed up with a kick that nearly twisted Xiao Shi’s mouth off-kilter. The blow rattled his brain, and he passed out cold, sprawling motionless on the ground.
Yan Zhen pulled out some rope, tied him to the tree, then searched his body and found the remaining stash of concentrated Dawn Dream Dew. He sniffed it.
This stuff was condensed at least three times over. Xiao Shi was a real piece of work, no doubt about it.
Most male Pill Refiners who dabbled on the side liked brewing Spring Secret Medicine on the sly. But this guy? He straight-up refined and boosted its potency—and actually pulled it off. The man had skills, that was for sure.
No wonder that Pill Refiner from Mystic Academy had spotted Xiao Shi’s talent and wanted to take him as a disciple. Too bad his heart was rotten to the core. Once this got out, no mentor would touch him.
Yan Zhen pocketed the concentrated Dawn Dream Dew, figuring it might come in handy for some future role-playing antics.
With that done, he returned to the window, where the moans from inside were growing ever more fervent.
Dawn Dream Dew was made for women to heighten pleasure in the first place. Xiao Shi’s concentrated version packed a brutal punch—self-relief alone wouldn’t cut it.
To resolve it, she’d either need a man to pound her for a solid hour or force the drug out actively on her own.
Clunk.
Under the precise control of his spiritual power, Yan Zhen channeled a surge of mystic power and neatly unhinged the window. Inside the room stood a folding screen, and the sounds were coming from behind it.
Truth be told, her cries were pretty enticing. Yan Zhen quirked his lips and stepped around the screen. There was Xiao Xinyan, lost in a hazy daze.
She sat in the bath barrel, her body slumped against the side, legs draped wide over the rim. Both jade hands worked furiously between them. Her eyes squeezed shut, soft whimpers escaping her lips, her pretty face flushed crimson.
Sure, Xiao Xinyan had an annoying mouth on her, but she was undeniably hot—her looks and figure only a notch below the current four campus belles.
To have her putting on such a seductive display right in front of him? Claiming he felt nothing would be pure hypocrisy.
But he reined himself in quickly and walked over with a straight face, patting her cheek.
“Hey, Petty Senior Sister. Wake up?”
Xiao Xinyan feebly shook her face away, panting as she murmured,
“Xiao Shi, stay away, or I’ll have Big Brother Xiao Mie break your dog legs! You’re so ugly, I’d die before letting you touch me. Get lost—scram!”
Ah… She always seemed on good terms with Xiao Shi. So this was her real inner voice?
Yan Zhen’s expression turned a bit odd.
“It’s me, Yan Zhen. Xiao Shi’s tied up outside.”
“Yan Zhen?” Xiao Xinyan paused her motions and twisted her head toward the young man standing right by the tub. His figure gradually reflected in her eyes. “You’re Yan Zhen? How are you here? Is this a hallucination?”
“No, it’s not.”
But Xiao Xinyan wasn’t really listening.
“Damn it, wh-why am I thinking of that brat at a time like this… No, I don’t want him watching me do this… But why does it feel even better? Mm-hmm, don’t look at me—go look at Yan Ruyu and Mi Xue’er instead. I’m not as pretty as them anyway… They hog all the good stuff, even this handsome junior brother. They’re just two useless vases… Ah ha, I want to be stared at like that too. Look at me, more, junior brother, look at me look at me look at me, mmph—”
Her pale pink body shuddered violently, and her voice cut off. But she didn’t stop; she kept going because the drug was still raging.
If this kept up, her body could suffer serious damage—or worse, she might even deplete her yin essence and die.
Yan Zhen grabbed both her arms and yanked her hands out from underwater. He used a garment hanging on the screen to bind them behind her head, stopping her from continuing.
Xiao Xinyan let out muffled protests, writhing her strong, supple waist with wild abandon. Her thrashing splashed water everywhere, soaking Yan Zhen’s clothes.
“Endure it. Stay still and listen to me.”
Yan Zhen’s tone sharpened, but Xiao Xinyan only struggled harder. Her long legs rubbed together frantically on the tub rim, chasing that peak.
“Give it to me, give it…”
She started acting up again.
So Yan Zhen followed the script and slapped her across the face.
Smack!
The slap rang out sharp and clear. It snapped Xiao Xinyan out of her haze temporarily. She panted, staring blankly up at Yan Zhen looming over her.
This woman had a bit of a masochistic streak. She was sharp-tongued and feisty on the surface, but once you beat the defiance out of her, she’d obey like a puppy—total plush toy material in those niche books.
Yan Zhen said flatly,
“You’ve been hit with concentrated Dawn Dream Dew, a women’s Spring Secret Medicine. Only two ways to fix it: get a man to rail you for an hour, or take my pill and let me circulate your energy to force the drug out. Which one? Speak up, or I’ll pick the second.”
With her hands bound behind her head, Xiao Xinyan nodded weakly.
Yan Zhen promptly pulled an Antidote Pill from his storage ring—one strong enough to neutralize most First-Order Pills.
“Open up.”
Without waiting for a reply, he pinched her chin, forced her little mouth open, stuffed the pill in, then scooped some water from the tub to help her swallow.
Next, Yan Zhen parted the floating petals on the water’s surface and placed his hand on Xiao Xinyan’s abdomen. He began circulating his energy to dissolve the drug for her.
