But internal energy was useless—completely useless. Qiqi still twisted and turned, wrapping her arms around his neck again.
"Qiqi, be good. We're in the car, in the car," Rong Yi gritted out, holding back a growl as he pressed her body down, stopping her from tearing at his shirt.
The driver accidentally glanced in the rearview mirror and was so startled his hand trembled.
Oh, heavens.
Girls really shouldn't drink recklessly outside.
His gaze at Rong Yi shifted from initial awe to disdain and contempt.
Taking advantage of the situation, huh.
Rong Yi kept a straight face, holding Qiqi tightly.
Finally, they were home.
Rong Yi kicked open the courtyard gate, locked it, then carried Qiqi to her bedroom and laid her down on the bed.
What to do now? Use the antidote?
"Qiqi, is there any medicine in your kit that can help?" Rong Yi opened the medical box.
But then Qiqi started writhing on the bed, twisting until she suddenly fell off, lunging straight toward him: "Rong Yi—"
Startled, Rong Yi leaped and caught her just in time, saving her from a face-first crash.
They both tumbled to the floor, with Rong Yi naturally acting as the cushion.
Qiqi looked down at him, her eyes shimmering like two pools of spring water.
Then, with a coy smile, she flipped over and skillfully pinned him to the ground.
"Rong Yi, I like you..."
Qiqi leaned down, tilting her head to study Rong Yi for a moment, as if deciding where to start devouring this beautiful man before her.
Then, she placed her hands on his chest, fumbled for a bit, and lowered her head to kiss his lips.
Rong Yi's body stiffened, his eyes widening in disbelief.
The Wolf King, in all his life, probably never imagined he'd end up in this situation—being forcefully kissed by a woman, and pinned beneath her at that.
A jolt like electricity surged toward him with a sharp screech.
Rong Yi slowly closed his eyes.
Qiqi lay on top of him, nibbling at his lips. Her movements were a bit clumsy, but she was putting in real effort.
Rong Yi felt a burning pain on his lips—damn it, did she even know what kissing meant? No technique at all; his mouth was getting bruised.
He lay on his back on the floor, let out a helpless sigh, then suddenly grabbed Qiqi's shoulders and stared into her eyes: "Qiqi, do you know who I am?"
Qiqi paused, her flushed cheeks blooming into a sweet smile, revealing two shallow dimples: "Mm, I know. You're Rong Yi."
Huh? She hadn't lost her mind yet? Then why...
As Rong Yi was lost in thought, Qiqi broke free from his grip, settled back on top of him, and leaned down to nibble again.
This time, she went further, unbuttoning his shirt.
The coolness of his bare chest—what a pleasant sensation.
She pressed her entire face against it, rubbing against his exposed skin like a spoiled puppy.
Rong Yi shuddered all over, his back arching tensely. Then, with a pained intake of breath, he flipped over, pinning Qiqi beneath him.
"Qiqi, look at me." He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Mm..."
Qiqi's face was flushed, her eyes seductive, but her body writhed restlessly, making Rong Yi's heart skip a beat.
"I'll ask you one more time: who am I?"
Qiqi still smiled sweetly: "Rong Yi, you're Rong Yi, the Rong Yi I like, the Rong Yi I like the most..."
Her mind was hazy, but she still recognized him.
Realizing this, Rong Yi felt a surge of secret joy. Then, taking a deep breath, he lowered his head and kissed her deeply.