Beside Ye Xuan, Xiao Wu wore a pink gauze dress, her cheeks flushed with shy redness.
Her hands nervously twisted the hem of her skirt, yet she still obediently leaned against Ye Xuan's shoulder, looking at Tang San with a hint of timidity in her eyes.
"Ye Xuan! You fucking beast!"
Tang San trembled all over, not from cold, but from the burning aphrodisiac poison in his body and the despair in his heart.
Separated by a hundred-meter chasm, he hurled frenzied curses at Ye Xuan. His voice was hoarse and broken, carrying a sobbing edge.
"If you've got the guts, fight me fair and square! What kind of hero blocks the exit?! Let me out! I need the antidote!"
The aphrodisiac poison was already close to breaking through his sanity. The white light before his eyes, Ye Xuan's smiling face, Meng Yiran's cold gaze, even Xiao Wu's bashfulness—all of it constantly stirred his desire.
He could feel that his body had reached its limit. If he could not find an outlet soon, he feared he would truly burst from holding it in!
Yet Ye Xuan did not so much as raise an eyelid, as though Tang San's furious roars were nothing more than the buzzing of flies.
He lowered his head and whispered a few words into Xiao Wu's ear. His voice was quiet, but it was enough for Tang San to see Xiao Wu's cheeks instantly turn crimson. She shyly punched him once, though her eyes were full of submission.
"Be good. Go inside and wait for me." Ye Xuan's voice carried a magnetic smile as he raised a hand to ruffle Xiao Wu's hair and pointed toward the tent behind him.
Xiao Wu nodded and slipped into the tent in tiny steps. As the flap fell shut,