Eating Fish

Mo Lin leaned against the stone wall, his gaze seemingly fixed on the flickering flames, but his peripheral vision was constantly tracking Yun Yun's movements.

He chuckled inwardly, knowing that a crucial "plot point" was about to arrive.

As expected, when the grilled fish was almost done, Yun Yun's eyes swept over the small jade bottles on the stone platform.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her fair hand hesitated as it moved over the collection of bottles and jars. Finally, as if guided by an unseen hand, she picked up the small jade bottle tucked away in the corner, containing a special "white powder."

"Seasoning... this should be it, right?" she murmured to herself, picking up the bottle for a closer look. She thought the powder was fine and white, similar to what Mo Lin had used before, so she carefully sprinkled it evenly over the two grilled fish.

Mo Lin was laughing wildly in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged. He even cooperated by closing his eyes and emitting a steady aura of cultivation, as if he were meditating and recovering.

"Hey, wake up and eat something," Yun Yun's clear voice, tinged with anticipation, rang out shortly after.

Mo Lin slowly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was Yun Yun holding... two grilled fish, charred to the point of being comparable to charcoal and emitting a strange odor.

The corner of his mouth twitched violently. He looked up at Yun Yun, whose beautiful eyes were staring intently at him, as if waiting for praise, and he forced a dry laugh, "Miss Yun Zhi... this... this is the masterpiece you poured your heart and soul into?"

Yun Yun's pretty face flushed. With a hint of annoyance, she raised the equally charred fish in her hand and said with an undeniable "threat" in her tone, "This is the first time this... this young lady has ever cooked! Even if it's not good, you have to eat it all for me! Otherwise, when I recover my strength..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the implication was clear.

Mo Lin immediately let out an exaggerated groan, "Big sister! I'm a severely injured person! If you can't even give me some nourishing soup, you're going to try and harm your... your comrade-in-arms with this charcoal-grilled poison?"

He almost let slip his true intentions.

Yun Yun rolled her eyes at him, deciding to ignore his protest, and took a small bite of the grilled fish in her hand.

Immediately, her delicate eyebrows furrowed as well, clearly having gained a sober understanding of her own culinary skills.

Mo Lin shook his head "helplessly," putting on a "heroic sacrifice" expression, and took a bite.

The taste of burnt mixed with an indescribable, slightly spicy, strange flavor spread through his mouth.

He suppressed the urge to spit it out and forced himself to chew and swallow.

However, after he had eaten more than half the grilled fish, a peculiar warm current suddenly surged from his lower abdomen, quickly spreading throughout his limbs and bones.

This warm current wasn't burning; instead, it carried a tingling, maddening sensation that made his skin itch. His blood flowed faster, and a primal urge began to awaken uncontrollably.

His breathing involuntarily became heavy, and his body began to writhe restlessly.

Almost simultaneously, Yun Yun, standing before him, also began to exhibit abnormalities.

Her originally fair and pretty face became flushed with an alluring redness at a visible rate, spreading to her earlobes and neck, like an overripe peach.

Her clear eyes, like autumn water, were now watery and hazy, losing their usual coolness and nobility.

She subconsciously bit her red lips, her breathing rapid, her ample chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath, outlining a breathtaking curve.

"Um... Mo Lin... do you... do you feel... something's... wrong?" Yun Yun's voice became soft and charming, carrying a seductive quality she herself hadn't noticed. She looked at Mo Lin in a flustered manner, her fair hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes.

Mo Lin looked up and saw Yun Yun's alluring appearance, as if she were ripe for the picking. His heart leaped, and a wicked fire threatened to overwhelm his reason.

He forced himself to remain calm and said with a wry smile, "Indeed... something is very wrong..."

His gaze swept over the remaining grilled fish in their hands. He pretended to ponder for a moment, then suddenly "remembered" something and asked in a hoarse voice, "Which bottle... was that seasoning you sprinkled just now? Let me see!"

Yun Yun vaguely pointed to the jade bottle in the corner. Mo Lin "struggled" to get up and retrieve it. Upon opening it, his expression "changed drastically," and he exclaimed, "This is bad! This isn't salt! This is... this is 'Blazing Love Powder'! It's a... very potent... aphrodisiac!"

He perfectly displayed "panic" and "helplessness."

"Aphrodisiac... drug?" Yun Yun heard him and felt as if struck by lightning. A flicker of clarity flashed in her hazy beautiful eyes, only to be submerged by immense shame and fear.

She finally understood the source of the strange heat and emptiness in her body.

She had actually... actually given herself and this young man an aphrodisiac!

And just then, Mo Lin seemed unable to "suppress" the drug's effects any longer. His breathing grew hotter, his eyes became aggressive, and he took a step closer to Yun Yun.

Yun Yun instinctively retreated, but her body felt weak, and her steps faltered. She ended up collapsing onto the dry grass.

Mo Lin leaned down, bracing himself on either side of her with his arms, trapping her in a small space.

Their hot breaths mingled, and the air was filled with an ambiguous and dangerous atmosphere.

"Mo Lin... you... don't come closer..." Yun Yun's voice was tinged with a sob. She tried hard to stay conscious, but her body's reactions betrayed her, and a strange craving began to grow.

Mo Lin looked at the delicate body trembling beneath him due to arousal, her flushed face, hazy eyes, slightly parted lips, and the proud chest heaving with rapid breaths – all of it was testing his limit of endurance.

The "plan" in his heart was almost being replaced by primal desire.

He lowered his head, and his hot lips first "involuntarily" pressed against her smooth forehead, feeling her body tremble.

Then, they slowly moved down along her delicate nose, and finally, with irresistible force, they met those soft, moist cherry lips!

"Mmmph...!" Yun Yun let out a muffled whimper. At first, she resisted slightly, but soon, lost in the drug and Mo Lin's passion, she began to respond clumsily.

The kiss was passionate and long, until both of them were breathless.

Mo Lin's kiss didn't stop; instead, it traced her graceful jawline downwards, leaving a trail of delicate marks on her long, fair neck...

"Ah..." Yun Yun let out an uncontrollable soft moan, her body completely melting into a pool of desire, her consciousness almost drowned by the tide of passion.

However, just as Mo Lin's hands began to unceremoniously try to slip inside her clothes, he keenly sensed that Yun Yun beneath him had two lines of tears silently sliding down the corners of her eyes.

The tears were cold, carrying endless shame, grievance, and a sense of powerlessness at being toyed with by fate.

In that instant, Mo Lin's boiling blood seemed to be doused with a basin of ice water.

He saw the fleeting despair in her eyes, and... a hint of disappointment in him.

If he were to take advantage of her weakened state now, even with aphrodisiacs as an excuse, how would he be any different from those despicable scoundrels she disdained?

He was afraid that what awaited him afterward would be an unending pursuit by Yun Yun once she recovered her strength, and a rift that could never be mended.

This was absolutely not what he wanted!

"Damn it!" Mo Lin cursed inwardly, cursing both the damned plot and himself for almost letting desire cloud his judgment.

The next moment, he sharply bit the tip of his tongue. The intense pain instantly cleared his head considerably.

He forcibly circulated the secret technique within the Yin Yang Feather Transformation Art that suppressed inner demons and guarded the origin, while simultaneously channeling the ultimate ice-cold Fighting Energy from the Snow Emperor within his body!

"Suppress it!"

An extreme chill erupted from him, spreading outward!

This chill was not an attack, but precisely targeted his and Yun Yun's bodies. Like millennia-old profound ice, it instantly froze and suppressed the raging flames of lust!

"Urgh..."

Yun Yun let out a pained groan, feeling an icy torrent surge through her limbs, forcefully dispelling the shameful heat and emptiness, but also bringing a bone-chilling cold and an indescribable sense of void.

Her dazed eyes quickly regained clarity, but her body trembled violently due to the intense conflict between extreme cold and lust, her face turning pale.

Mo Lin's situation was worse. He had essentially used his ultimate power to forcibly reverse his own physiological reactions and resist the powerful backlash of the drug.

The immense energy conflict and mental exhaustion caused his vision to darken, his throat to sweeten, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, which he forcibly swallowed.

He looked deeply at Yun Yun, his gaze complex, containing desire, restraint, and apology.

Then, he could no longer hold on. His body went limp, and he fell straight backward, hitting the ground with a "bang," completely unconscious—this time, truly unconscious.

Yun Yun sat dumbfounded on the straw bedding, feeling the residual chill within her body and the rapidly fading tide of passion. She looked at Mo Lin, lying unconscious on the ground with a trace of blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth, and was utterly bewildered.

The scene, which had been infinitely amorous and almost out of control just a moment ago, had turned into this?

She touched her still burning cheeks and the kiss marks on her neck, then looked at Mo Lin's pale face, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Was it shame and anger? Fear? Relief? Or... a trace of loss that she herself was unwilling to admit, and... gratitude for his forceful restraint at the last moment?

Complex and unfathomable emotions surged through her like a tide, leaving her at a loss for what to do.

In the cave, only the crackling of the bonfire and one person's rapid, not yet fully calmed breathing remained.