This must be how it feels to be drunk, Jin Jiuchi found himself thinking as he was enveloped in Shen Nianzu's sweet and alluring scent.
He had never had alcohol before – hell, it was just less than a week ago that he discovered the existence of soda! – but he was certain that right now, he was utterly drunk on Shen Nianzu. His head felt hazy as if it had been stuffed by cotton, leaving any semblance of logical thoughts in tatters. His inner temperature continued to rise, causing a faint sheen of perspiration to coat his skin. Despite having done little more than hold the jade doll, his heart kept beating out of rhythm and he couldn't seem to regulate his breathing.
Yes, this was the exact symptoms of being drunk he had read before.
Beneath the surface, he could sense the primal instinct of the beast within him, yearning to break free from the confines of his skin and unleash a frenzy.
