Brother Tu Er barged into the room and immediately saw Dong Wei sprawled on the bed, face flushed red and babbling nonsense. He could not help frowning. "What happened?"
Liu Xiaolou said, "We were just talking, and this guy suddenly couldn't contain himself. Then he ended up like this..."
"You drugged him?" Brother Tu Er searched the room with his eyes but found no wine cups or food. He sniffed around as well, yet caught no strange scent.
But as he listened to Dong Wei's voice and watched him writhe, a peculiar feeling vaguely rose within him: heat, a little heat...
Liu Xiaolou's soft whisper drifted into his ear, hazy and ethereal. "Brother Tu Er, since things have come to this, why not check whether this fellow prefers great joy or small joy? I do not know much about such matters, so I can only rely on Second Brother to enlighten me."
That made perfect sense. A hot, restless fire suddenly gathered in Tu Er's heart. He swallowed, took two steps to the bedside, and reached out to feel him up. The instant he did, his eyes turned red.
The muddled Dong Wei wrapped his arms around him. Tu Er forced himself to remain calm and said to Liu Xiaolou, "That is enough checking... I'll take him away. We'll talk later!"
Without waiting for Liu Xiaolou's reply, he scooped up Dong Wei and carried him out. Liu Xiaolou followed him to the door and saw that he was heading toward Elder Cai's study, so he did not dare follow to watch what happened.
He hurried away from Lin Hu Yuan, mulling it over. After his cultivation had risen a layer, the effects of the Bewitching Incense had indeed greatly improved. Under its fragrance, someone like Dong Wei at the Qi