Ye Meier's words were like a thunderclap, jolting Ling Qingxue, who was in a daze, back to her senses. She looked at Ye Meier in disbelief, her usually cool face flushing even more, whether from anger or embarrassment, she didn't know.

Zhang Shaozhong easily subdued Ye Meier and pinned her to the sofa!

"Damn it! You've gone too far!"

Ye Meier was initially startled by his sudden counterattack, but then her fierce witch-like nature was fully unleashed, and she showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, she reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, her eyes defiant, with a wild and seductive air of desperation, "Come on! Kid! Let me see what you've got!"

"You bastard!! You big bastard! You super big bastard!"

Ling Qingxue stood frozen in place, looking at the two of them, a sense of unfamiliarity and emptiness welling up inside her!

I tried to look away, but I found my gaze fixed on them like a magnet!

"Shameless! What kind of behavior is this!"

She managed to utter a few words, her voice trembling without her even realizing it.

She wanted to step forward to stop them, but her body was too weak to move, and deep in her heart there was even a faint feeling of being ignored and a strange flutter of emotion.

This thought made her even more ashamed and indignant.

Just then, the mysterious jade bottle phantom floating in mid-air trembled slightly again, sprinkling down a few more wisps of cool energy, this time mainly targeting Ling Qingxue and the two people on the sofa.

This energy, like a clear spring, slightly neutralized the effects of the domineering aphrodisiac mist.

Zhang Shaozhong's movements slowed down, the bloodshot in his eyes faded slightly, and a trace of clarity returned.

He stared in astonishment at Ye Meier's dazed eyes, and felt the changes in his own body and the energy within him that was still surging but no longer completely out of control. He was completely dumbfounded.

"My...eldest sister? I..."

He frantically tried to get up from the sofa.

Ye Meier grabbed him!

"Now you know you're a coward, but it's too late!"

"I told you, if you want to make a move, make it on me first! What? You want to go back on your word?"

"No, I..."

Ling Qingxue “…”

"No!..."

"Pretentious...high-minded..."

"It's up to you now..."

“…”

…………………

The jade bottle seemed to have only completed a prank. The light on the bottle gradually dimmed, and the pink mist stopped emanating. Finally, with a gentle shake, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

With the jade bottle gone, the source of that aphrodisiac sweet fragrance was cut off.

However, the mist that the three had already inhaled continued to have an effect.

An eerie silence fell over the living room.

Only the heavy, uneven breathing of the three remained.

I don't know how much time has passed!

The three of them almost simultaneously let out a long sigh of relief, collapsed to the ground, their bodies soaked in sweat as if they had just been pulled out of the water, their faces bearing the exhaustion of surviving a disaster and... an indescribable embarrassment.

Zhang Shaozhong slumped on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with a blank look in his eyes. He felt as if he had just walked through the gates of hell, no, it was a place even more terrifying than the gates of hell!

Ling Qingxue barely managed to maintain her cross-legged posture, but her slightly trembling shoulders and still flushed earlobes betrayed her inner turmoil.

She straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, took a deep breath, and tried to break the awkward silence with her usual cool tone:

"This...this matter was an accident. It was all caused by the conflict between the contract jade bottle and the stone marrow energy. Once we leave this door, today's events should be considered as if they never happened."

Her voice had a slight, barely perceptible hoarseness.

She looked at the two people on the sofa, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up in her heart, especially towards Zhang Shaozhong.

She abruptly turned around, her back to them, and said coldly:

"The unusual movement of the contract jade bottle is probably due to sensing the rampage of minor energy, and thus... using such extraordinary means to accelerate the fusion and channeling of its energy."

"You lot...why don't you quickly circulate your internal energy to regulate your breathing, neutralize the medicinal effects, and harmonize your energies! What kind of decorum is this, lingering here!"

Her voice remained cool and clear, yet it carried a hint of barely concealed panic and feigned composure.

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, sobering Zhang Shaozhong and Ye Meier up considerably.

Yeah! That damn pink mist!

There's also all sorts of messy energy in my body!

Zhang Shaozhong quickly got up from the sofa, scrambling to straighten his clothes. He felt his face burning and didn't dare to look at Ye Meier or Ling Qingxue, who had her back to them.

He tried to guide the chaotic energy within his body that seemed to have "eaten and drunk its fill" and become much calmer, and found that it was indeed much more docile, slowly and steadily absorbing and integrating the remaining mixed energy.

Ye Meier also sat up, tidying her messy hair and clothes. Her face was still flushed. She glanced at Zhang Shaozhong's embarrassed look, then at Ling Qingxue's stiff figure, and suddenly burst out laughing, a laugh tinged with amusement and a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Alright, alright, you hypocrite is right, let's get down to business! Kid, get the hell out there and start meditating! If you dare waste my... and that broken stone marrow's energy, you'll see what I do to you!"

She then looked at Ling Qingxue, her tone teasing:

"Hey, you hypocrite, stop standing there. You've inhaled quite a bit of that stuff, haven't you? Are you done neutralizing it yet?"

Ling Qingxue stiffened slightly, but without turning around, she simply snorted coldly and strode towards her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

In the living room, only Zhang Shaozhong and Ye Meier remained, staring at each other in bewilderment.

Ye Meier stretched, outlining her breathtaking curves, and gave Zhang Shaozhong a flirtatious wink: "Still watching? Really want to continue? Or... come to my room?"

Zhang Shaozhong's eyes widened. Damn it, this is insane!

My legs are still trembling!

Do you want to kill someone?

They still treat Zhang Shaozhong like a cow. Even cows need to eat grass, but Zhang Shaozhong can only drink pure, natural milk without any preservatives!

Zhang Shaozhong calmed himself down, sat cross-legged on the sofa again, and tried to calm his mind and guide the chaotic energy.

This time, the cultivation went surprisingly smoothly. The chaotic energy that was originally difficult to control seemed to be more compatible with him after it had "fed" a meal and experienced that "vigorous exercise" just now, and it moved as easily as an extension of his own limb.

Meanwhile, Ye Meier, who was in the living room, glanced at Zhang Shaozhong, touched her still slightly flushed cheeks, and a complicated yet smug smile appeared on her lips. Dragging her tired body, she turned around and went back to her room.

After an unknown amount of time, as dawn broke outside the window, the three of them finally managed to return to normal, albeit with some difficulty.

Zhang Shaozhong felt as if he had fought a fierce battle; he was completely exhausted, but his mind was now fully clear.