More than half of the heap of food had already gone down He Yuan's throat when he began feeling hot. Very hot and... Bothered? He thought with shock as he stared down at the wood that was steadily forming in his robes.
With large eyes, He Yuan threw away the mantou that he had been munching on and quickly scrambled away from the rest of the food.
No. This better not be what he was thinking. It was broad daylight, there was no way an ambitious disciple would have slipped an aphrodisiac into Mo Jiu's meal... Right?
Even as that thought crossed his mind, He Yuan wanted to break down in tears. An aphrodisiac that was meant for Mo Jiu must have been made with a high amount of spiritual power. Mo Sheng's body would definitely not be able to withstand it.
"FUCK!" He Yuan shouted with his hands in the air. What had he been thinking? Whoever told him that it would be a good idea to touch anything that had been meant for Mo Jiu to ingest? The man was a stallion for crying out loud.
