I used the core meridians to suppress it, but in exchange came an even more violent surge. It seemed that whatever I had thought of, Hu Qingya had thought of as well. After all, she had originally planned to use it tonight—how could she allow failure? Besides, she knew me far too well.
I was both amused and exasperated, and could only think of ways to suppress my emotions. When the time came, I would simply ignore them no matter how much they wore out their tongues. It wasn't as if they could force me, right?
At that thought, my steps grew lighter. However, this was not a problem I could solve just by wishing it away. Li Ciyin, catlike, rubbed her face against my chest while making strange murmuring sounds. Though she was drunk, the scene was more than worthy of being called enchanting.
Shang Wanqiu covered her mouth and burst into a giggle, then lightly pinched my arm. "Don't get any wicked ideas."
"Huh?" I froze for a moment and looked at Shang Wanqiu. At this moment, she was clearly only slightly tipsy and far more sober than I was. Then, outside the house, I heard Zhaoyun and Hu Qingya laughing while whispering and rustling about. I immediately thought, Oh no. I've fallen into their trap. I've walked straight into the pit.
Once I went in, I was afraid they would torment me mercilessly for quite some time.
Sure enough, the furnishings inside were very simple and old-fashioned. There were no beds, only daybeds, so one could sleep anywhere. Zhaoyun and Hu Qingya were still sitting there fully dressed, chatting about something.
Only after seeing us enter did they calmly take Ciyin from me and place her on a nearby daybed.
"Young Master, tonight you have only two