Chapter 60 The love potion made his eyes unfocused.

The liquor was rich and full-bodied, shimmering with a faint blue glow under the light. A conceited second-generation rich kid, who thought he knew better than to be arrogant, held it in his hand and looked at him.

The two stood and sat, and under the light, the beautiful woman's face looked like it was carved from ice and jade. Because she had drunk some wine, her neck and face were now flushed with a faint pink, as if the beauty who was originally like a cloud had been pulled down, and the whole scene instantly became vivid and charming.

With a thud.

Someone couldn't help but swallow.

Even though he knew something was wrong, Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel a little distracted, and he began to hesitate as he raised the glass of wine in his hand.

Before he could react, another unopened bottle of wine on the table was taken by a slender, beautiful finger. With a few deft movements, the finger pried it open, and the pure white wine poured into the glass from above, creating a string of fine bubbles on the rim.

Jiang Feng stared blankly at his actions for a long time before snapping out of his daze and clinking his wine glass with his.

Despite being so much younger and so strikingly beautiful, she still made one's heart skip a beat when clinking glasses with her, and one would subconsciously feel shorter.

Jiang Feng watched as his lips touched the rim of the cup, and for a moment he wanted to speak up and stop him, but in the end he held back and didn't say anything.

At first, Ying Shixue thought it was just because the private room was too hot and he had been drinking, until later a nerve in his body suddenly twitched.

The long-dormant heat has finally matured, baring its gleaming fangs menacingly.

With years of experience, his brow twitched violently, and almost instantly he realized that he had drunk something he shouldn't have.

For a moment, he almost couldn't resist the urge to unbutton his collar, but he quickly restrained himself as his nails dug deep into his palms.

Who is it?

As his will was being eroded, he recalled every detail from when he entered until now. The people in the same room were still sitting in their respective private rooms, chatting and bragging, and it seemed that no one had noticed that something was wrong.

No matter what, he couldn't stay here any longer. Ying Shixue stood up, but that one movement made his lower limbs feel weak and he almost fell back. It felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his body deep in his bones, and an indescribable tingling sensation was like an electric current rapidly igniting the blood vessels throughout his body.

Despite his good upbringing, he couldn't help but curse inwardly at that moment.

Someone noticed the commotion and turned around, slurring, "Where is Mr. Ying going? He hasn't finished his drink yet..."

"restroom."

Perhaps it was because Ying Shixue's face was so intimidating when it turned cold that the person who asked him the question was also stunned and just watched as he pushed open the door of the private room and walked out.

The corridor that had been short when he arrived seemed to have turned into an endless maze that he could never reach. In the blur, he seemed to see a waiter come up to him and ask what was wrong. After he waved him off, the waiter reached out to pull him up.

"Sir, sir, the restroom..."

"Get out of the way."

"gentlemen...?"

I said get out of the way!

He felt as if he were on fire, his ears were ringing and the world was spinning upside down. Finally, he found the right moment to break open the door in the stairwell and hide inside temporarily. He reached out with trembling hands to take out his phone.

The drug's effects were potent and overwhelming. What had previously seemed like a gentle, natural heat in the room had suddenly become overwhelming, causing him to lose his balance within minutes.

The phone fell to the ground with a thud. Ying Shixue squatted down to pick it up, unaware that he had fallen into a corner and was only able to keep from collapsing completely by gripping the wall tightly with his fingertips.

His vision was unfocused, and his fingers trembled violently as he tried to enter the password several times without success. This place was not safe; someone could come in at any time. If any of them had any lustful thoughts, he would not be able to get away with it today.

Footsteps could be faintly heard outside the door. The man's smell of alcohol and heavy breathing were just a small, defenseless door away. He was dialing numbers while searching for sharp objects in the surrounding area in case of an emergency when suddenly the door was flung open.

Ying Shixue tensed up instantly. A look of amazement flashed across the eyes of the men outside the door, and they all had expressions of having hit the jackpot.

Damn it, faster, faster! He was about to press the green dial button on the emergency communications screen when his phone was snatched away.

Then he was grabbed by the wrist, forcibly lifted up, and slammed hard against the wall while being pinched on the shoulder.

At the same time, the excruciating pain from his wrist and shoulder bones made his vision go white. These people were accurate and decisive, clearly well-prepared.

He had given his assistants the day off before he came. Although he had texted Song Mingli ten minutes earlier to say he was almost ready, it would take at least half an hour to get here from his place, and too many things could happen in those remaining twenty minutes.

The fact that the beautiful woman under their grasp was completely powerless to resist clearly pleased them. The leader immediately tried to strip her clothes off, while the others took out their phones to start taking pictures and videos.

His attempts to fight back were futile, and the man, frustrated by his failures, kicked him hard twice.

The pain in his ribs and lower abdomen made Ying Shixue subconsciously arch his body and gag while supporting himself on the ground. The man's hand was about to grab his neck again.

Just then, the door was suddenly kicked open with tremendous force. Before the man could react, he was grabbed by the collar and punched in the face before he could even see the person's face clearly.

Physiologically speaking, it was inaudible, but everyone present could feel the cracking sound of the nasal bone breaking, blood flowing from the nose and mouth at the same time, followed by a vicious second punch.

After throwing two punches, he shoved hard, and the people behind him caught him in a flurry of movements. The bar security guards who arrived at the scene had already subdued them all.

The bar manager stepped forward in a flustered manner to explain, but Song Mingli didn't even glance at him, and strode over to pick up Ying Shixue.

"First..." The manager was about to speak when Song Mingli interrupted him first: "Mo Wen."

It was only then that he noticed there was a man following behind him. If anyone knew the situation, they would recognize him as one of his most capable and also most difficult subordinates.

Mo Wenbin politely stepped forward and greeted him politely: "Hello."

The manager nodded blankly, then turned away, his gentle expression vanishing completely. At the same time, men dressed as bodyguards in black finally arrived at the narrow door and shouted sternly, "Take them all away!"

It wasn't until they got in the car that Song Mingli realized how bad Ying Shixue's condition was. Her black coat was missing, several buttons on her shirt were torn, and her pants were all wrinkled.

Even worse, Ying Shixue looked like she had been pulled out of the water; her face was flushed and covered in sweat, her eyes were unfocused and she couldn't even straighten up. Her breath smelled hot and fragrant.

The veins on Song Mingli's forehead bulged as he suppressed his anger: "How long does it take to get to the villa from here?"

"Thirty minutes," the driver replied tremblingly, not daring to look at his face.

"You must do this within fifteen minutes—" Song Mingli's words came to an abrupt halt because Ying Shixue kissed him.

His kisses were completely haphazard. Xiaoxue never made such bold and excessive moves when she was sober. Most of the time, she was coaxed by him to offer kisses, let alone now that her supple body was pressing against him.

This situation is definitely not normal; the medication is already extremely potent, and if it's not released...

Song Mingli took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Go to the nearest hotel."

The hotel receptionist was clearly used to couples checking into rooms, but this was the first time they'd been so impatient.

While typing, she couldn't help but glance at him. The slender figure was almost completely hanging on another person. Just looking at his back, she knew how beautiful he was. The shirt tucked into his pants made his waist look even more slender. The muscles in his forearms, which were wrapped around his waist, were strong and smooth. Before she could look any longer, the tall, fierce-looking man glared at her.

"Please hurry."

The receptionist jumped, knowing that this was the time when men were most dangerous to mess with. She quickly entered the information, opened the room key, and handed it to him.

The moment the elevator doors closed, they kissed. Ying Shixue was so weak he was almost limp. The confrontation had almost exhausted all his reason and strength. If Song Mingli hadn't been supporting him, he probably would have collapsed and wouldn't have been able to walk.

The room door opened with a beep and then slammed shut. The moment the door locked, Ying Shixue's feet left the ground, and Song Mingli lifted her up and slammed her against the door.

The kisses were passionate and intertwined, and the other person's hard, hot embrace gave him a great sense of security, but it wasn't enough.

Not enough... Ying Shixue reached out and hooked her arms around his neck. Their chests were pressed close together. He was being held by Song Mingli, who had his legs wrapped around the other's waist. They were already wearing only a single layer of clothing.

The itch rising from the deepest part of his body was enough to drive him crazy. His remaining rationality made him restrain himself from being too exaggerated, but his physiological instincts were uncontrollable. His waist inadvertently lifted up, and the tenderest part of his inner thighs gently rubbed against the other person's strong waist with each kiss.

With their hips pressed together, he could feel something pressing against him with extreme threat.

Even though he was affected by the drug, his instincts still made him flinch and want to break free for a moment. Now that things had come to this, how could Song Mingli let him leave? He used force to press the person completely into his arms, and at the same time, his hand began to slowly reach towards Xia along the shapely shoulder blade.

When the chef touched a certain spot, Ying Shixue let out a soft moan that sounded both painful and joyful, her whole body trembling.

Song Mingli whispered in his ear, "Any man has his flaws at this moment. Even though he's about to explode, he still can't help but force his beloved to say a few sweet words."

".....Um?"

In his hazy state, Ying Shixue heard those words clearly. He pursed his lips, unwilling to say more. Song Mingli chuckled softly, and the next second, he reached out and left.

The indescribable emptiness made Ying Shixue gasp for breath, and Song Mingli had already picked him up and started walking.

The front desk staff were well-informed, and the hotel was prepared. Since Song Mingli had booked the top-floor room, he first filled a cup with warm water from the water dispenser, tested the temperature, and then sat on the bed, letting Ying Shixue sit on his lap leaning against him. He then fed her the water to her lips.

"Baby, drink some water first."

Ying Shixue didn't know why he suddenly did this, and just drank from the water glass in a daze.

Only Song Mingli knew the dampness he had just felt. If Ying Shixue didn't replenish enough water first, she would probably have a hard time getting through it. He watched Ying Shixue drink water from his hand with tenderness, and even maliciously moved the cup away a little.

Ying Shixue's thinking was already slowed down by the influence, and the water she didn't have time to drink slipped down her lips.

Song Mingli sighed softly, a cruel tenderness flashing in his eyes, as he pressed his thumb against her soft lips: "Do you know who I am?"

Ying Shixue struggled to focus, a slight pain shooting through her lips, her voice barely audible: "...Brother?"

Do you know what I'm going to do to you?

He was already on the verge of tears from the torment, and several times he couldn't help but want to give up and grab someone's hand to grab Xia. But his thin skin held him back. Now, being interrogated like this, the inexplicable grievances made tears fall like a broken string down his pointed chin.

Song Mingli felt a sharp pain in his heart, but he still refrained from moving. He couldn't take advantage of the situation at this time if things weren't made clear beforehand.

"I," Ying Shixue choked, unable to utter a sentence, her pale face stunningly beautiful through the tears, "I know..."

"I know..."

Don't ask me anymore...

Song Mingli closed his eyes, raised the water glass in his hand, put the water in his mouth, and then kissed Ying Shixue.