Shang Yan's breathing became increasingly rapid and heavy. He furrowed his brows tightly as if trying his best to control his emotions.
Qu Xiao noticed his strange behaviour and rushed over with concern. Her cool hand touched Shang Yan's forehead.
"What's wrong? Do you feel pain, an itch, anything? Are you feeling any discomfort? Please say something. Don't keep it to yourself!"
Qu Xiao nervously recalled the prescription, going through its ingredients to determine what was wrong.
Shang Yan's eyes darkened. His gaze fell on a certain something. It felt like liquid fire coursed through his veins, gathering in the lower half of his body. Soon, an obscene bulge formed. However, Qu Xiao did not notice the change.
Qu Xiao moved closer to Shang Yan. She smelled like milk and honey or sweet apple blossoms beckoning in a gentle breeze. It was a smell that made those inhaling it crazy with the urge to swallow her whole.
