Teeth clashed, tongues tangled. Intense emotions surged into each other's hearts—for them, one was an antidote, the other a poison. Qiqi let out a muffled moan, while Rong Yi pursued her lips and tongue with even greater fervor. He lingered, entangled, refusing to leave for a long time. It was a deep, indulgent kiss, the scents of grass and roses spreading wantonly, filling the entire room. Rong Yi kissed her until Qiqi’s limbs went limp, and she collapsed onto the floor. “Rong Yi, mm, no…” She weakly beat against his chest, on the verge of suffocation. Rong Yi finally released her. After gasping heavily, Qiqi felt even more restlessness and heat stirring within her. She craved more comfort, moaning as she reached out to him, her eyes filled with urgent longing: “Rong Yi, hold me…” Rong Yi gritted his teeth and lifted her horizontally in his arms. He carried her swiftly to the bathroom. “Sss…” Icy water poured down, drenching Qiqi, bringing a fleeting sense of relief. She began to gasp for air, like a dying fish suddenly meeting rain. Rong Yi placed her in the bathtub and turned on the cold water tap. The freezing water rushed in with a gush, soon covering Qiqi’s body. Afraid she might choke, Rong Yi reached out to support her head, keeping it above the water so she could breathe freely. Yet, his hand seemed to carry a magical power—the moment it touched her skin, she twisted toward him like a fish, kissing his hand and moaning, “Rong Yi, Rong Yi.” She was like a small animal, rubbing, licking, and clinging to his palm. Rong Yi held her head with one hand and plunged the other deep into the water, clearly struggling to restrain himself. Ah, Qiqi… He let out a suppressed groan, then submerged his entire face into the cold water. After all this turmoil, Qiqi was exhausted. Of course, Rong Yi was no less strained. Not only did he have to keep supporting Qiqi’s head and tending to her body, but he also had to resist her temptations. Heaven knows how many times he plunged his head into the cold water. In the end, Qiqi finally fell asleep in the bathtub, and Rong Yi crouched beside her, keeping a careful watch.
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When Qiqi woke up, she was still lying in the bathtub, surrounded by icy water, while Rong Yi leaned against its edge. His long hair was wet and disheveled, a few strands sticking to his chest. His eyes were half-closed, his face weary. Qiqi was dazed for a moment before slowly recalling everything that had happened. Then, her face turned as red as a ripe persimmon as she sat up in the tub. “I—what happened to me?” Rong Yi immediately opened his eyes, looking at her tenderly. “You were drugged.” “Huh? What do we do now?” “It’s fine, the effects have worn off.” Rong Yi comforted her. “Go change your clothes quickly. You’ve been soaking in cold water for so long—be careful not to catch a chill.” Qiqi responded, climbed out of the tub, then immediately shrank back—her clothes were soaked through, the thin white T-shirt clinging to her body, revealing every curve. At her movement, Rong Yi’s pupils contracted slightly, his nerves on the verge of snapping. Don’t move anymore, Qiqi. He turned his head away. Qiqi was mortified—the water in the tub was crystal clear, making her body feel as if it were exposed in the open air. What now? Had I been like this the whole time? Had he seen everything?