Dongfang Wanyu felt she was going mad. The girl she had been longing for was holding her hand against her burning cheek, rising naked from the bathtub. Her other arm wrapped around Wanyu's neck, entrusting her entire weight to her.
She desperately told herself, Don't look, don't look, but her eyes wandered downward despite herself.
"Seventh Sister, I'm so hot."
Dongfang Minghui threw herself into her arms. Finding the coolness of Wanyu's body wonderfully soothing, she immediately began rubbing against her, desperate to ease the heat raging inside her with nowhere to escape.
Dongfang Wanyu swallowed. A fire seemed to ignite inside her, and if Minghui kept rubbing against her like this, she could not guarantee what she might do.
"Ninth Sister, what's wrong?"
She used all her strength to push Minghui away, then wrapped her in a bedsheet.
Minghui's face was flushed, and her whole body radiated a seductive allure. Her eyes, however, were bloodshot, and she rubbed against the bedding with an expression of agony.
"What you smelled earlier was probably something they used to heighten their pleasure during sex. An aphrodisiac, essentially," Qing Mo explained just as Dongfang Wanyu was at a loss.
Dongfang Wanyu immediately remembered the little porcelain bottle Dongfang Minghui had held up for her to smell in the room next door. "If that's true, why hasn't it affected me at all?"
No, that was not quite right. Why did her body seem to be heating up too?
"Why not pick up a couple of men off the street?" Qing Mo teased.
Dongfang Wanyu ignored his teasing, bound Dongfang Minghui in the bedsheet, tucked her onto the bed, and went outside. Soon, attendants brought up four wooden tubs, two filled with cold water and two with ice.
"Ninth Sister, you'll have to bear with