Song Luan didn't sleep well the whole night. She tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. In the middle of the night, she was still lying straight on the bed with her eyes open, not daring to move, for fear of disturbing the man beside her.

Her mouth still hurt a little, and there were tiny wounds on her rosy lips from Zhao Nanyu's bite just now. Before she fainted this time, Song Luan didn't like getting along with the male protagonist. Even though she knew the original owner's final outcome, she just wanted to get along well with him and not make those mistakes again. She never thought about making him fall in love with her, and she didn't want to humbly please him.

As the saying goes - being a bootlicker means you have nothing.

But now the situation is serious, she has to seduce Zhao Nanyu, preferably to win his heart, so that she doesn't have to worry about being killed by him all day long.

Zhao Nanyu is handsome, with delicate features, and he is as poetic as a painting. It would be worthwhile to sleep with him! But to be honest, Song Luan was about to throw away the Hehuan Powder given by her brother, but now it comes in handy.

Zhao Nanyu kissed and touched her as much as he wanted, and even though he became aroused by the last kiss, he was able to control himself, closing her clothes himself and doing nothing else.

If she didn't drug him, it would take a long time for Zhao Nanyu to touch her!

Song Luan fell asleep while thinking about things. In just a few hours, she had many fragmented dreams. Fragments of them appeared in her mind one by one. Unfortunately, when she woke up, she had forgotten everything and remembered nothing.

It was rare for her to wake up before dark. Zhao Nanyu stood in front of the bed, dressing with his back to her. He slowly arranged his clothes, turned around and saw her sleepy face. The clothes on her shoulders slipped down, revealing her fair skin. Zhao Nanyu couldn't help but lean over and pulled her over to kiss her, "Sleep a little longer."

Song Luan nodded. She was indeed still sleepy. Her eyeballs and brain hurt, the kind of slight pain that comes from staying up all night. She rubbed her temples. Although she was not fully awake, her tone was still lingering. "Okay, got it."

Zhao Nanyu didn't turn on the light, so the room was not very bright. After covering her with a quilt, he went to the outer room. Before leaving, he told her not to disturb her.

Song Luan rolled over twice on the bed, put on her clothes rustlingly and rolled off the bed. The sky was turning pale. She sat in front of the dressing table with dark circles under her eyes and yawning. She did not call anyone and put on some light makeup by herself. After she was done, she asked the maid to come in and tie her hair.

Song Luan was still as bright and beautiful as ever, but there was less luster in her eyes.

After dressing up, Song Luan couldn't wait a moment. She grabbed her purse and went out, and was very strict and did not allow the maids in the mansion to follow her. Her ferocious look was very intimidating in front of the servants. Indeed, no one followed her openly, and no one dared to ask her where she was going or what she was doing.

Song Luan went to the street and found out about the best pharmacy in the capital, and rushed to queue up to find a famous doctor to see him. The famous doctor was well-known, and many people came to him for medical treatment and medicine every day. As soon as the pharmacy opened in the morning, the door was full of people.

She stood at the end of the line, praying silently to herself, hoping that nothing would happen to her.

It was about three incense sticks later that it was her turn.

Song Luan walked into the clinic with a nervous mood. The doctor politely asked her to sit down. She didn't know if she was too sensitive, but she always felt that the doctor looked at her differently from others.

She stretched out her hand and the doctor felt her pulse with his eyes closed.

After a while, the finger on her pulse slowly moved away, and Song Luan couldn't wait to ask: "How is it? Doctor, is there anything wrong with my body?"

"I checked Madam's pulse and found nothing abnormal. She is just a little weak. She will be fine after taking two doses of tonic medicine when she returns home."

Song Luan was still worried, so she stretched out her left hand again, "How about you take a look at the pulse of this hand? Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation. Doctor, please take a good look at my complexion." She looked serious and continued, "I had a pain in my chest yesterday, and I had a bad feeling. Doctor, please tell me the truth."

The doctor stroked his beard, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Madam, have you ever been in pain before?"

Song Luan shook his head.

"Does it still hurt now?"

Song Luan still shook his head.

The doctor thought for a while, and finally told her, "Madam has a poison in her body."

Song Luan felt a chill in his heart, damn it. It was too late when I came through, and I had indeed been poisoned.

Wuuuu, that bastard Zhao Nanyu lied to her last night!

Seeing her pale face, the doctor hurriedly said, "But don't worry, madam. Your palpitations this time are not caused by this poison. The reason why I didn't tell you that there was poison in your body just now is because this poison is harmless."

Song Luan's eyes lit up, "What does this mean?"

"I can't diagnose what kind of poison this is at the moment, but there's not a lot of it in your body, and it takes a certain amount of time for it to take effect. As long as you don't continue to take it, there shouldn't be any problems with your body."

Song Luan asked anxiously, "You don't know what this medicine is? Does that mean you can't make an antidote?"

The doctor nodded.

Song Luan's fingers were icy cold. She felt a little sad and wanted to cry a little bit.

Now it seems that there is no other way except to trick Zhao Nanyu into giving her the antidote.

The doctor hadn't finished speaking yet, "As for Madam's sudden heart palpitations yesterday, it may be because she hasn't had enough rest recently. She should pay more attention to it in the future. It won't be a big deal."

Song Luan thanked the doctor with a sad face, paid the consultation fee and left the clinic in a daze.

After she left, the doctor looked at her back and shook his head, then sighed to the child beside him, "I don't know whether this lady has a good or bad fate."

Before she came in for the consultation, the young man had already asked someone to tell her not to say anything that shouldn't be said. He guessed that everything he had just said to the lady had reached the ears of the second young master of the Zhao family without missing a word.

Song Luan was still very surprised that she had been poisoned. She had clearly not harmed Shi Ge'er at that time, nor had she called Zhao Nanyu the lowly son of a prostitute. So why did this person still do this to her?

After a careful analysis, she remembered the most important characteristics of a domineering young master: a strong possessiveness and a paranoid personality, and he could not tolerate his wife's promiscuity.

His woman must belong to him alone, both physically and mentally, and he should have control over her life and death, as well as her joys and sorrows. Just like the heroine at the end, after marrying him, she went out very few times in her life, and there were many people hiding around her who were staring at her.

Song Luan shuddered at the thought of such days and felt cold all over.

It is really terrible to live like this, where I can only rely on Zhao Nanyu and he is the only one in my life.

After returning home, Song Luan locked himself in the room and thought for an entire afternoon before he gradually figured it out. Anyway, the doctor had also said that the poison was not serious and as long as he didn't eat it in the future, he should be fine.

She looked at the powdered love powder in the drawer and thought that this thing was really a good thing. Maybe after tonight, Zhao Nanyu would fall in love with the feeling of having sex with her and would not have the heart to harm her.

She really didn't want to die, nor did she want to die in such pain.

Song Luan asked someone to prepare some fine wine. As it was her first time administering drugs, she had no experience, so she poured half a bag of Hehuan Powder into the wine bottle with trembling hands. She stroked her chin and thought that this dosage should be enough.

She didn't just want to give this bottle of wine to Zhao Nanyu, she also planned to have a drink herself. To build up her courage, she shook the wine in her hand, then put her nose close to it to make sure it was colorless and odorless.

Perhaps because he was leaving for Quzhou the next day, Zhao Nanyu came back from the Dali Temple very early that day and went straight to her room as soon as he came back.

Zhao Nanyu felt that during this period of time, she just stayed by his side, even if she didn't say anything. He silently observed her every move and kept it in mind. Unconsciously, she occupied a large place in his heart.

Song Luan was acting out of character that day. She took the initiative to approach him and smiled sweetly at him, "Ayu."

Zhao Nanyu clenched the brush in his hand and tensed his back, "Well, you say."

"I heard there are many beauties in Quzhou. You won't fall in love with other girls when you get there, right?"

Zhao Nanyu raised his eyes and stared at her, saying word by word: "I can't."

Song Luan's smile became even sweeter. If she had a tail behind her, she would definitely wag it more happily than anyone else. "You are so nice!"

Zhao Nanyu's heart moved, and he couldn't help but touch her face. She looked so beautiful when she smiled at him with such a sunny smile.

After the two of them finished their dinner together, Song Luan summoned up her courage and suddenly called him, "I want to drink."

Zhao Nanyu had seen her drunken appearance more than once, and frowned. Before he could refuse, Song Luan had already brought the wine glasses to the table and quickly poured two glasses of wine.

Her palms were sweaty, and she picked up a cup and handed it to him, "Would you like to have a drink with me?"

Zhao Nanyu took the wine glass, was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips and smiled, "Okay."

He tilted his head back and poured the wine down his throat. Only then did Song Luan feel relieved. She gritted her teeth and drank her own glass as well.

Zhao Nanyu looked at her meaningfully with a deep smile in the corners of his eyes. He knew what was put in the wine glass. He just wanted to see what Song Luan wanted to do.

The candlelight shone brightly on her fair face. The drug quickly began to take effect. Song Luan felt weak all over and had to stand on the table with both hands. Her bright red lips were bitten to pieces by herself. She looked at the indifferent man in front of her, swallowed her saliva, and said foolishly, "I feel a little hot."

Zhao Nanyu's dark eyes were fixed on her face, but he didn't answer.

Song Luan couldn't bear it anymore. The effect of the medicine was too strong and her mind was a little unclear.

Song Luan felt extremely aggrieved and looked quite pitiful. She sniffed and was about to cry. She tugged at his clothes with her little hands, as if begging him, "What should I do?"

"Please help me."

Zhao Nanyu pinched her chin, and his cold fingers made Song Luan feel very comfortable. She unconsciously rubbed his palm.

He chuckled and sucked away the tears from her eyes. "Don't cry now. You will cry later."

The woman in his arms trembled with fear.