Dongfang Wanyu felt as though she was going mad. The person she had longed for was holding her hand against her burning cheek, rising naked from the bathtub, and wrapping her other arm around Wanyu's neck, entrusting her entire weight to her.
She desperately told herself not to look, not to look, but her eyes involuntarily drifted downward.
"Seventh Sister, I'm so hot."
Dongfang Minghui threw herself into her arms. Finding the coolness radiating from her wonderfully soothing, she immediately began rubbing against her restlessly, trying to ease the fiery passion inside her that had nowhere to erupt.
Dongfang Wanyu swallowed. She felt a fire ignite within her. If Minghui kept rubbing against her like this, she could not guarantee what she might do to her.
"Ninth Sister, what's wrong?"
She used every ounce of strength to push Minghui away, then wrapped her in a bedsheet.
Minghui's face was flushed, and her whole body exuded a seductive allure, yet her eyes were bloodshot. Her expression was agonized as she rubbed against the bedding.
"What you smelled earlier was probably something they used to heighten pleasure during lovemaking, much like an aphrodisiac," Qing Mo explained just as Dongfang Wanyu found herself at a complete loss.
Dongfang Wanyu immediately remembered the little porcelain bottle Dongfang Minghui had held out for her to smell in the room next door. "If that's true, why am I completely fine?"
No, she was not entirely fine. Why did she feel herself growing hot too?
"Why not find a couple of men on the street?" Qing Mo teased.
Dongfang Wanyu ignored his mockery, bound Dongfang Minghui securely in the bedsheet, tucked her onto the bed, and opened the door to leave. Soon, attendants brought up four wooden tubs: two filled with cold water and two filled with