She reached out, wrapped her arms around Ye Guyue's neck, and kissed him again. The tip of her tongue gave a gentle flick, and a drop of clear liquid slid into Ye Guyue's mouth.
The liquid slipped down his throat and into his body.
In mere moments, Ye Guyue's head began to spin, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
He tried to struggle, but his whole body was weak, as if someone were holding his eyelids shut. At last, everything went black, and he fell sound asleep.
Bibi Dong chuckled. "Husband, next comes the secret-chamber show Dong'er has been preparing for so long."
The more she thought about finally getting her way, the more excited Bibi Dong became. Her legs even began rubbing together despite herself.
Holding back, Bibi Dong gave a muffled groan, then carried Ye Guyue toward the secret chamber she had prepared long ago.
When he woke again, Ye Guyue found himself lying on a soft, spacious bed.
The secret chamber was dim all around them, and several warm yellow candles burned on the walls.
"What is this?"
Ye Guyue looked utterly bewildered. He had just started to struggle when a chill came from his hands and feet. Looking down, he saw that all four limbs were shackled to the bed.
"Dong'er? Where did this secret chamber come from?"
Ye Guyue came to his senses and gave the chains a hard tug, but they didn't budge. Or rather, it wasn't so much that they didn't budge as that this secret chamber was far too strange.
Bibi Dong emerged from the shadows, wearing a wine-red nightdress. A wicked smile curled her lips.
"You talk too much, Husband." She went to the bedside and leaned over to look at Ye Guyue. "I've held back for half a year.