Chapter 61 Uncomfortable
Pei Wuyou sat on the ground, leaning against the bed, breathing rapidly, his cheeks slightly flushed, his face full of helplessness and heat.
"Sister, what should I do? I feel so bad."
Pei Wuyou's voice was slightly hoarse, his slightly red eyes and the collar that had been opened at some point looked particularly amorous.
"Is it the kind of medicine I was thinking of?" Ling Qingyan had a guess in her mind as she looked at his appearance.
"Yes, an aphrodisiac."
"It's a drug that can arouse sexual desire." Pei Wuyou seemed afraid that she didn't understand. "Sister, I feel strange."
"I feel so bad, sister."
"I feel like I'm going to die."
Pei Wuyou held Ling Qingyan's hand tighter and tighter.
Ling Qingyan was quite confused at the moment.
No, Ling Yao gave two men aphrodisiacs and waited for her?
Are you sick?
She could roughly guess that the purpose of drugging the prince of Li Kingdom was to frame her for marriage to Li Kingdom.
What's the matter with drugging Pei Wuyou?
While she was having a lot of questions in her head, Pei Wuyou was already taking off his clothes.
"Hey hey hey hey hey." Ling Qingyan stretched out her hand to block it.
"Sister." Pei Wuyou looked at her aggrievedly like a wet puppy, wanting the girl in front of him to save him, "I'm so hot, so hot."
"Sister's hands are so cool and comfortable." Pei Wuyou placed her hand on his chest lovingly, as if he had encountered a clear spring in the desert.
Or the bare chest.
Although it feels good, it is not right.
Ling Qingyan wanted to pull her hand back.
"Sister, if you don't want to help me, please don't ignore me, okay?" Pei Wuyou begged.
"I'll go get a doctor for you." Ling Qingyan said a little flustered.
"Sister, there's no point in calling in a doctor." Pei Wuyou said, "The only way is to vent your anger."
"Besides, I can't hold on until the imperial physician comes." Pei Wuyou stared straight at the girl, his eyes were deep and filled with obvious desire.
This was a look that Ling Qingyan had never seen in Pei Wuyou before.
But this was the look Pei Wuyou showed every night when she was asleep.
Now, he couldn't tell whether it was the drug that was causing the problem or some evil desire in his heart.
"Sister, only you can help me." Pei Wuyou coaxed her. His clothes had been torn off by himself. Ling Qingyan could see his pale and thin body, as well as the red marks left by his own actions.
Her mind was in a mess and she didn't know how to deal with the situation.
The girl's cheeks flushed as she asked, "How do you want me to help you?"
Pei Wuyou really wanted to tell the answer he most desired, but even though there was not much rationality left in his mind, he knew that he must not say it out loud. It would be disastrous if his sister was frightened and ignored him forever.
"I want my sister to touch me." Pei Wuyou's throat rolled slightly, his chest heaved, and his eyes, irrigated by lust, were always looking at the girl in front of him.
"It's a small matter." Ling Qingyan agreed very readily.
Even Pei Wuyou was a little surprised, with a hint of excitement and regret in his eyes.
I should have been more extreme.
But who knew that the girl's soft hand gently touched his face.
Her movements were cautious, and she pinched his chin, "Is it okay to touch like this?"
"Are you feeling better?" Ling Qingyan's voice was filled with concern.
Pei Wuyou's eyes became even darker. He grabbed the girl's wrist and forced her to stop.
He had been drugged, and there was already a string in his brain that was being stretched by willpower. The girl's actions were equivalent to playing a tune on that string.
If this continues, things will go in an uncontrollable direction.
Ling Qingyan raised her eyes in confusion, as if asking herself if she had messed up.
"Sister, don't touch here."
Ling Qingyan's hands stopped on their own.
Her eyes were wide open, and she fell to the ground, her face full of helplessness and astonishment.
"You, you, you - Brother Pei, can't you really be patient?" Ling Qingyan looked at her hands.
Ling Qingyan's expression was extremely complicated.
Her parents divorced when she was a child, and she received almost no sex education. Only a few close friends talked to her about it jokingly.
I can occasionally see the article, but because it cannot be broadcast, I basically only read a few lines.
Now, having been inexplicably transported to this world, I must eventually show her a side that cannot be broadcast.
It would be a lie to not be curious.
And a little shameful.
She looked up and met Pei Wuyou's burning eyes.
Why doesn't he seem ashamed at all?
"But don't you have hands too?" Ling Qingyan asked the question in her heart.
"Sister, that's different." Pei Wuyou's voice was hurried, but he still patiently explained to the girl, "Only sister can help me. No one else can help me, not even myself."
"Will you feel bad if I don't help you?" Ling Qingyan saw how he was trying his best to endure.
"It's so uncomfortable." Pei Wuyou said sincerely, his voice tinged with lust and bewitching.
"But I can't."
"It's okay, I'll teach you." Pei Wuyou's voice was hoarse.
Ling Qingyan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her face was already flushed.
The evening breeze blew in, but it failed to restore the two of them to clarity of mind.
"Okay." Ling Qingyan was curious and wanted to help.
"This is just for this time. Boys, when you go out in the future, you must protect yourself." Ling Qingyan advised.
Pei Wuyou's face lit up with joy.
She couldn't suppress the smile on her face, her heart was beating fast, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.
"Sister, you are so nice."
The evening breeze was blowing gently, the door was closed, the candlelight was flickering, and two figures were reflected together, very close to each other.
"Sister, don't be afraid." Pei Wuyou said as he held her hand.
Ling Qingyan's expression was quite unnatural.
"Sister, isn't your neck sore? Look at me, sister, look at me." Pei Wuyou's voice was bewitching, and a few muffled groans could be heard from time to time.
Ling Qingyan was very surprised. How could Pei Wuyou's voice make such a strange and dead noise?
Pei Wuyou looked at the face of the beautiful girl he had been thinking about. This was her sister. This was not a dream. Her sister was doing something extremely intimate with him.
She was being nice to him.
"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." In the silent night, the voice of a maid bowing could be heard at the door.
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