"Really?" Song Qingshu subconsciously touched his nose. When he saw the vivid red on his fingers, his expression immediately became extremely strange.
He was actually having a nosebleed? Song Qingshu had countless beauties around him. It was only thanks to his unusual cultivation method that he had not been drained into a dried husk, so where would any pent-up desire come from? Yet now he was having a nosebleed in front of a woman. This was humiliating beyond belief.
Yang Miaozhen looked as though she wanted to laugh but was forcing herself not to. "Could it be... the medicine is taking effect?"
"No. I'm immune to all poisons," Song Qingshu said, thumping his chest. "I'll regulate my breathing first. Stand guard for me."
He spoke lightly, but inwardly, he was not entirely confident. Back then, Duan Yu had swallowed the Manggu Zhu Toad and become immune to all poisons, yet he had still fallen victim to Yin Yang He He San. After all, aphrodisiacs were not poisons. They merely magnified the desires within a person's heart.
Watching his face grow redder and redder, with wisps of white steam even beginning to rise from his head, Yang Miaozhen could not help asking, "Are you really all right? Do you need my help?"
"Don't..." Song Qingshu hurriedly waved at her. "The biggest help you can give me is staying farther away." What kind of help could she possibly offer with something like this? Besides, she looked so tempting that she would only worsen the effects on him.
Come to think of it, although Yang Miaozhen was usually rather fierce, she had long legs and a slender waist. The more he looked at her now, the prettier she seemed.
Song Qingshu's heart jolted. What was he thinking about? The medicine truly was no