Before they knew it, it was already the latter half of the night.
A faint fragrance still lingered within the bed curtains. Xie Jinhuan leaned against the pillows, a beauty in each arm-a situation others would have envied to death-yet he felt somewhat helpless.
The Ghost Wife had realized something was wrong with the tea the moment she felt hot. Naturally, he had also realized Zisu was secretly up to something again. His Daoist Cultivation was profound, so the drug could only spice things up without affecting his reason. The Ghost Wife, too, had merely felt a little hungry for him and gone with the flow.
But the White-Haired Immortal was different. Her Demonic Nature had not been eliminated, making her rather fierce. The sight of Blood Qi awakened her murderous impulses, and when Stimulants stirred her lust, she naturally grew just as impatient.
The Ghost Wife knew where to draw the line. She did not want Little Qixia giving herself away while unable to control herself, so she monopolized the source of Jinhuan's pleasure from beginning to end, with not the slightest intention of abdicating her throne to the Eldest Princess.
But the White-Haired Immortal had rebellion in her bones. How could she stand that? Not daring to hit Sister A Piao, she could only lean in and smooch, smooch, smooch.
To avoid making an irreversible mistake, Xie Jinhuan divided his attention between two tasks. While trying to make the stubborn-mouthed A Piao yield, he held the White-Haired Immortal and soothed her in every way, helping her dispel the Wildfire in her heart.
At one point, to make things easier, he even had A Piao lean against the pillows and laid the White-Haired Immortal in her arms.
The Ghost Wife had a generously proportioned figure and the appearance of