"Handkerchief?" Song Qingshu's heart stirred. He recalled how Qin Keqing had deliberately wiped Li Wan's sweat before leaving. He had found it rather strange at the time, with words like "lilies" constantly surfacing in his mind. But considering that this era should not have been so open-minded, he had merely guessed that the two women were usually close, hence such intimate behavior.
Now, it seemed that handkerchief was anything but ordinary!
"What exactly did it smell like?" Song Qingshu asked.
"I... I don't know." Li Wan's outer robe had somehow already come off. Her clothes were drenched with sweat, as though she had just crawled out of the water. Her whole body burned, carrying a faint, secluded fragrance that only made her more alluring to Song Qingshu.
And was Li Wan any different as she breathed in Song Qingshu's scent? Widowed for many years, she had spent countless lonely, sleepless nights longing at times for a man's masculine tenderness. Yet she had always been raised under strict discipline and possessed a reserved nature. The moment such thoughts arose, her reason would extinguish them.
Unfortunately, how could humanity's deepest desires be so easily restrained by reason? It was like controlling a flood: damming it might hold back the waters for a time, but one day they would burst forth completely, with even greater force than before.
Of course, given Li Wan's upbringing, she likely could have kept herself under control without some other catalyst. Yet the aphrodisiac she had been poisoned with was of unknown origin, and its effects were simply too potent. At last, it shattered her defenses.
"Prince~" Li Wan's entire body went limp, collapsing like cotton into Song Qingshu's embrace. Her heart was filled with yearning, but her husband had died shortly after their marriage. Unlike other women,