The woman was now less than two feet away from Qingmu, and the originally strong fragrance had faded. However, that faint scent was even more alluring.
Qingmu had always been somewhat allergic to this kind of hormonal smell, and suddenly sneezed again.
The woman frowned and quickly took a step back, dodging the snot spraying from Qingmu's nose.
Qingmu sniffed and let out a long sigh, "Ah, that feels much better!"
"How can you be so disgusting?" the woman said.
"Uh... it's just an allergic reaction!" Qingmu said, looking at the woman. "Why are you putting so much medicine on your body? It smells awful."
The woman was taken aback at first, then leaned closer and said with seductive eyes, "You have no idea how much I've suffered for this fragrance! I've been growing up surrounded by medicine since I was five, exposed to all sorts of herbs and pollen every day for over a decade, and that's how I acquired this scent."
Qingmu said, "But even if you soak it again, it won't turn into a flower! You're already very pretty, why do you need to make it smell so good?"
The woman chuckled, "Heh, you're really funny! Am I pretty?"
Qingmu had to admit that this woman was outstanding among the women he knew, both in terms of looks and figure. What stood out most was her innate charm and allure. But there was not a trace of vulgarity in this charm; instead, she exuded a queenly confidence and grace, just like the legendary Egypt.
"It looks good," Qingmu said truthfully.
The woman laughed. Her laughter didn't come from her face, but from her body. It was as if she had countless alluring eyes and fragrant lips, and every inch of her flesh was trembling slightly, displaying her charm to you.
Qingmu pulled a crumpled cigarette box from his long coat pocket, patted it a few times, and popped one out into his mouth. He then pulled out a match from his trouser pocket, which he had bought on Tobacco and Hemp Street. There are many shops selling matches in Mangdian, and it is said that many elderly people in the area still prefer to use matches for cooking.
"When admiring beautiful women, even without fine wine, how can one do without cigarettes!" Qingmu struck a match with a "hiss" and took a puff of smoke from the flame.
The smoke rolled around in his lungs and then came out of his nostrils.
The white smoke swirled and twisted in the air, as if fiercely battling against the fragrance in the room.
The woman coiled around me like a snake, giggling, "Smoking won't help! Nothing can compare to my natural fragrance!"
Qingmu smoked, letting the woman writhe against his body.
After the cigarette burned out, he casually tossed the butt aside and asked, "What's your name?"
The cigarette butt, trailing Mars and dust, traced a beautiful arc like a shooting star before falling into a corner of the room.
The woman said, "Names don't matter. You just need to know that I'm your queen."
"Twenty minutes have passed, and you still haven't won me over," Qingmu laughed. "So, you're still a ways from being crowned emperor."
The woman didn't give up. "I know you're better than him, but it's only a matter of time!"
Her face was almost touching Qingmu's, her arms were wrapped around Qingmu's neck, one leg was hooked around Qingmu's waist, and her eyes seemed to be about to overflow with seductive charm.
"The longer you hold out, the more comfortable you'll feel when you finally surrender!" she said.
Who was the last man to last twenty minutes?
"Him...?" the woman whispered in Qingmu's ear, "His name is Mu Ka, he's handsome too, but compared to you, he's much more ordinary!"
"I'm just a smelly man who doesn't like haircuts or showers."
The woman shushed him and put a finger to Qingmu's lips. "No! You're not! I can smell it, you're very clean! There's not a speck of dust on you! I'm really liking you more and more!"
"Don't you know how handsome you are? Even if you deliberately mess up your hair, even if you deliberately wear shabby clothes, I can still tell at a glance that you're a real heartthrob!"
The woman murmured to herself, as if she were drunk.
"You said I'm the third man, the first being Mu Ka, so who's the last one?"
A blush rose to the woman's face. "You mean Situ? If there's a man in the world more handsome than you, it's him!"
"Really? How handsome is he?"
"Hehe, are you jealous!" the woman giggled. "Don't be discouraged, there are fewer men in the world more handsome than you than there are Kashinov's Ghost Beauty Butterfly!"
"Tell me about Situ," Qingmu said.
"Sigh, are you men so competitive? You always have to prove who's better!" The woman sighed. " Situ is the most handsome man I've ever seen, but unfortunately, I can't win him over. He's completely immune to my beauty and fragrance. Maybe I was too young when I met him, and my skills weren't up to par! If I saw him again now, I really want to try again. I don't believe he wouldn't feel anything for me! Just like now, I don't believe you don't feel anything for me!"
"I always feel... there's always a little bit," Qingmu whispered in her ear.
The woman's smile became even more alluring, and her bodies rubbed together more intensely.
"But I might not live to see the day you ascend the throne as queen," Qingmu said with a grin. "Your name is Du Juan, right? Your master is Duwa."
The woman suddenly jumped off Qingmu as if bitten by a snake.
How did you know my name is Du Juan?
She looked around warily.
The wooden building was still the same wooden building, the scenery outside the window remained unchanged, and the Medicine Granny's shouts had stopped, but the Madman was still tearing and biting at her like a Medicine Granny, cursing, "You bastard! You witch! I want to wash you!..."
Every now and then, some withered leaves fall from the big tree outside the window. They are blown in by the wind, roll around on the floor, and finally gather in a pile in the corner.
Everything seems normal; it's not someone's dream.
Du Juan was extremely confident in her dream control and hypnosis abilities. Although the man in front of her had not yet become her devoted follower, she did not believe there would be another Situ. She was confident that she could conquer him.
"Did my silly senior sister tell you?" Du Juan asked.
"You don't seem to care at all whether that old hag lives or dies?"
"Why should I care? She's stupid, hasn't made any progress in all these years, she deserves to die."
"If you don't care whether she lives or dies, what are you doing here? I thought you were here to avenge her!"
"I'm only interested in you!" Du Juan smirked and walked up to Qingmu again. "Tell me quickly, who told you my name is Du Juan?"
Her eyes were glazed over, she spoke with labored breaths, and her body swayed and twisted gently. Sweat from the heat clung to her forehead and cheeks, making her look like she was on drugs.
The entire wooden house was beginning to decay, and golden sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting long shadows of two people pressed together on the wooden floor.
Grasses sprouted all around, vines climbed the walls, flowers were blooming at a visible speed, and butterflies danced among the blossoms...
"Ah, is this the smell of poppies?" Qingmu sniffed hard.