The plan went off with extraordinary ease. Luo Qian got the two of them drunk, fed each of them a drop of the potion, then tossed them into a room and listened from next door.
Less than three minutes later, he heard a woman say, "It's so hot..." There was a ripping sound, followed by Ling Xiaose's groggy voice. "Why... why are you tearing my clothes?" Luo Qian covered his mouth to stifle a laugh.
A storm raged next door. Suddenly, Ling Xiaose screamed, "Ow! It broke..." After another bout of rustling, the woman gave a muffled grunt and Ling Xiaose let out a satisfied moan. Then he began wailing to the heavens. Luo Qian frowned. So this brat really is the quiet-but-wild type. He's usually so shy, but who knew he'd be this uninhibited in bed? He's louder than the woman.
By contrast, apart from panting, the woman made no sound of pleasure throughout the whole thing. Luo Qian found it exceedingly strange. They went back and forth, now frantic, now slow, stopping and starting for more than four hours before the clouds finally parted and the rain ceased. Next door, Luo Qian counted on his fingers. That shameless Ling Xiaose has screamed seven times! He was astonished. Who would have thought that skinny, frail-looking fellow could manage seven times in one night? The potion had to be wondrous indeed.
"Phew..." The woman let out a long breath. After a silence, she said, "We both had a part in this, right? Neither of us can blame the other. So... so how about we stay good friends who talk about poetry and books, just as before, and pretend this never happened?" Ling Xiaose sounded deeply aggrieved. "You're trying to shirk responsibility! I was wrong about you. How could you treat