Her lips twitched. She wanted to say something, but swallowed the words back down.
Of course, she would never admit that this was a fine show she had personally brought about.
The aphrodisiac in the wind had long since been swept away by an autumn gust, leaving not even the faintest trace. Even if immortals came, they would have no way to prove it had been her doing.
So she simply covered her red lips, putting on an expression of surprise and sympathy. She pointed inside the room, then at the scholar.
She sent a voice transmission: "This... that... are you going to intervene? I think they've probably been drugged with an aphrodisiac. They may not be acting of their own will, right?"
She blinked, her face innocent. "Look at how unfocused that woman's eyes are. The man looks out of his mind too. They've clearly been set up."
She began making excuses for the woman inside, her tone so sincere that even she was nearly convinced.
Hu Yulou's face darkened, but he said nothing.
He poured himself another cup of peach blossom wine and tipped his head back to drain it.
Then came the third cup. After three cups in a row, his face did not flush in the slightest. Instead, it grew greener and greener, as green as an eggplant struck by late-autumn frost.
His gaze remained fixed on the open door as he watched his own wife being pinned beneath another man!
He watched her arms wind around that man's neck, watched her lips leave one mark after another on his shoulder!
Yet he never moved!
He even picked up another peanut and chewed it slowly. Crunch, crunch—the sound was more grating to the succubus than the moans coming from inside.
After a long silence, he finally