The Poison in the Antidote

Seeing Xie Yuyan spouting nonsense again, Ye Feng had grown accustomed to it and calmly stood up from the sofa.

Without the support of Ye Feng's shoulder, Xie Yuyan let out a surprised cry and tumbled into the sofa. She pouted angrily, seeing Ye Feng leave without warning her.

"Really... Ye Feng, you have no idea how to be gentle with a lady."

"Don’t go pinning labels on me! How come I’m the bad guy in your eyes?"

Ye Feng picked up Xie Yuyan's phone and handed it to her.

"Next time, don’t act so recklessly on your own, or I’ll have to teach you a lesson."

"Hehe~"

Xie Yuyan took the phone from Ye Feng and set it aside, then immediately spread her arms and threw herself into his embrace again. Only by inhaling Ye Feng's scent did her restless heart calm down a little.

Why is this woman acting so clingy, just like Li Mucheng?

Ye Feng didn’t interfere too much, letting Xie Yuyan nuzzle against his chest. Right now, he just wanted to rest. Recalling the incident in the old building, if it weren’t for the effects of the substitute puppet, he would have already...

"Xie Yuyan."

"Hmm..."

"After this, stay home and don’t run around anymore, understand?"

"Ye... Ye Feng..."

"What’s wrong?"

"I... I think I’m sick... I feel... so... so uncomfortable..."

"What!?"

Hearing Xie Yuyan’s weak tone, Ye Feng immediately grew tense. Could it be that the antidote didn’t fully neutralize the poison in her body? But this thing was produced by the system—there shouldn’t be any issues...

Wait! The antidote had mentioned side effects after injection. Could Xie Yuyan’s current state of distress be due to those side effects?

"Xie... Xie Yuyan, where do you feel uncomfortable? Are you running a fever, or is something hurting? I’ll go buy some medicine for you."

"It’s... not pain..."

In an instant, Xie Yuyan flipped over and sat on Ye Feng’s lap, facing him and exhaling scorching breaths toward his face.

So hot!

Through their skin contact, Ye Feng immediately felt that Xie Yuyan’s body temperature was like a boiling kettle. Her flushed face and dazed eyes exuded a strong sense of allure.

"Ye Feng... my chest feels so tight... Can you help me? It’s really... really unbearable..."

Xie Yuyan pressed against Ye Feng, leaving him unable to move. Only now did Ye Feng realize the severity of the situation.

"Xie Yuyan, calm down first, okay? How about you take a cold shower? Maybe cooling down will help."

"It’s no use... none of that works..."

Xie Yuyan shook her head, cutting off Ye Feng’s words. Her deep blue eyes gleamed as they fixated on Ye Feng’s lips.

"Ye Feng, this is all your fault. Since my restlessness is because of you... only you can put out this fire~"

With that, Xie Yuyan leaned down and kissed Ye Feng’s lips.

"Xie Yuyan, wait... mmm..."

Ye Feng sensed danger and tried to find an excuse to escape, but Xie Yuyan gave him no chance to react or leave. Not only did her weight prevent him from getting up, but she also restrained his hands, leaving him completely immobile.

"Mmm... Xie Yuyan... wait... you..."

Ye Feng turned his head, unconsciously swallowing hard, but every time he tried to speak, Xie Yuyan sealed his lips again. No matter where he tried to escape, she always intercepted him with precision.

"Gulp... slurp..."

Ye Feng’s eyes widened as he stared into Xie Yuyan’s tender gaze, gradually ceasing his resistance. He sat dumbfounded on the sofa, letting Xie Yuyan have her way.

"Mmm... gulp... smack~"

"Ha... hmm... mmm~"

"Slurp... smack... gulp~"

As time passed, Ye Feng gradually lost consciousness...

"Ah..."

When Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, he found himself lying in his own bed. Soon after, a soft, seductive voice reached his ears.

"Oh... Ye Feng, you’re awake."

"Xie Yuyan?"

Ye Feng turned his head and saw Xie Yuyan lying beside him, wearing a smile he had never seen before.

"What... what happened to me? And why are you in my bed?"

Ye Feng furrowed his brow, trying to recall what had happened, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember. The last thing he remembered was losing himself on the sofa, and then everything went blank.

"What? Can’t I just lie in your bed for a bit?"

"No... that’s not what I meant..."

"Pfft..."

Xie Yuyan, seeing Ye Feng only a fist’s distance away, covered her mouth and giggled.

"Ye Feng... you can’t back out now, okay~"

"Back out? Xie Yuyan, what do you... mmm!"

Before Ye Feng could grasp his current situation, he suddenly felt Xie Yuyan’s flawless, smooth arm gently caress his cheek.

"You... you didn’t..."

Ye Feng’s eyes widened as he tried to speak, but a warm, delicate body pressed against him.

"Shh... it’s not just me, you know~"

"Why? Why is it like this?"

"You have the nerve to ask~"

Xie Yuyan gazed deeply into Ye Feng’s eyes, as if trying to etch his image into her memory, and spoke happily.

"I never expected you to be like this, Ye Feng. You secretly added poison to the antidote. How despicable~"

"Poison? No, no! Xie Yuyan, you’ve got it all wrong. The antidote has side effects! But I don’t know what they are."

"Alright, alright~ I believe you~"

Xie Yuyan replied nonchalantly, even giving Ye Feng’s cheek a gentle pinch.

From her tone, Ye Feng could tell she didn’t believe him at all. But the awkward situation made him afraid to move. The slightest touch made him acutely aware of Xie Yuyan’s smooth, delicate skin.

"Xie Yuyan."

After a while, Ye Feng, looking at Xie Yuyan who kept blinking at him, spoke up.

"Do you know what happened between us?"

"Of course I do~"

"Then... what was it?"

"What do you think~"

Xie Yuyan suddenly flashed a mischievous smile, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips.

"Of course... we did what was meant to happen~"

"......"

Seeing Ye Feng frozen like a wooden statue, Xie Yuyan pouted. Only after pinching Ye Feng’s cheek to wake him up did she feel somewhat satisfied.

Really... how could such an important moment be forgotten by this blockhead? Is he pretending not to remember?

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