There are many kinds of aphrodisiacs.
There are those with light effects, those with heavy effects, those with slow onset, those with fast onset, those with short effects, and those with long effects.
Hallucinations and hallucinations.
The medicine that Mo Shiqian put in red wine was of the type that had a light effect, a slow onset... but a long-lasting effect.
Chi Huan listened to the beeping sound of the phone being hung up. He had no idea in his mind. He threw the phone aside at any time. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Li Ma. He said calmly, "I understand. You go out first. I'll wait for you." I can rush by myself."
Li Ma was worried about her. Although she agreed, her lazy and cold expression made people feel uneasy.
"But… "
"Okay, let's go out. I'm not used to being naked in front of others."
"Hey... Then I'll go down and make ginger tea for you. I hope you've finished it when I come back... Otherwise, I will call Mr. Mo again."
Chi Huan didn't say anything, and just said a simple yes.
Li Ma looked at her several times, then closed the door and went out.
It wasn't until he vaguely heard the bedroom door being closed that Chi Huan put his hand on the edge of the bathtub and supported his body to stand up from the cold water.
When she first soaked in it, she felt a bone-piercing pain that pricked her nerves. After soaking for an hour, her flesh and blood were so numb that she couldn't feel anything.
She wiped her body haphazardly, wrapped herself in a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom.
I still feel unspeakably uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but it's not that intense, and it's in the range of barely tolerable.
When Ma Li knocked on the door again with ginger tea, Chi Huan was already curled up in the quilt, with her eyes closed as if she was asleep.
Li Ma put the ginger tea on the bedside and reached out to touch her hand. She was immediately startled by the coldness.
"Miss Chi, have you just taken a hot bath? Why are your hands still so cold?"
She closed her eyes quietly without any response, not even moving her eyelashes.
Mother Li was worried that she would catch a cold, so after thinking about it, she reached out to push her, "Miss Chi... you get up first and drink the ginger soup, otherwise you will catch a cold if you catch a cold."
Just when Li Ma thought she couldn't wake her up, the beautiful woman opened her eyes again and glanced at her slowly, "Let it go, I'll drink it myself later when it gets colder."
"But… "
"I want to sleep, go out and don't disturb me."
With her attitude like this, and she was the mistress of the house after all, Li Ma didn't dare to interfere too much, so she went downstairs and called Mo Shiqian, because Chi Huan looked like she was sick.
"Then you should have a good rest."
After Li Ma went out, Chi Huan's opened eyes quickly closed.
Her head was dizzy and her body still felt uncomfortable.
All I could think about was that man's face.
Indifferent, gentle, doting, and the way he opened her hand... to tell her not to make trouble unreasonably.
They are intertwined and mixed together like a horse, and it is not clear whether it is the bone-gnawing longing or the bitter resentment...
… …
As soon as Li Ma picked up the landline next to the sofa and was about to dial Mo Shiqian's number, she heard the sound of a car engine in the yard.
She put down the phone and was about to go out to take a look. As soon as she went out, she saw a man getting out of the car and walking towards her quickly with long legs. His handsome face was extremely tense and clouded.
Mo Shiqian walked in, glanced at Li Ma while changing his shoes, and asked in a particularly deep voice, "How is she?"
"Ms. Chi said she wanted to sleep... and asked us not to disturb her. I made ginger tea for her. I don't know if she drank it..."
By the time he finished speaking, the man who had changed his shoes was already striding towards the stairs.
… …
Pushing open the bedroom door, Mo Shiqian could see the bulge in his breasts at a glance, and the tense nerves in his heart finally relaxed a little.
Although he knew that she was in the bedroom.
But seeing it with his own eyes, he still felt that his heart was far away.
Closing the door behind him, Mo Shiqian walked to the bed.
The ginger tea placed by the bedside was still steaming, and the air also had a faint smell of ginger.
The woman's face was buried in the soft pillow, her eyes were closed tightly, and her eyebrows were frowning. She didn't know what kind of nightmare she had during her sleep, or she was still feeling very uncomfortable.
Her arm was outside the quilt, and the man reached out to hold it.
Soft and boneless, cold without warmth.
Two words spilled out of the man's throat, "Huanhuan."
She didn't wake up, and her eyebrows didn't relax.
Mo Shiqian frowned and put her fingers to his lips, his warm thin lips caressing each of her fingers one by one.
Chi Huan's consciousness was chaotic and fuzzy, but she could still feel something soft and wet brushing against her fingers. It was itchy, and it was trying to bring out the crazy impulse she had finally suppressed little by little.
She frowned even more tightly and pulled her hand back.
Mo Shiqian looked at her hand that had been retracted and returned to the quilt intentionally or unintentionally. He stood up and possessed her, and the clear and discernible masculine scent enveloped her.
Chi Huan opened his eyes.
She looked at him, very close, less than a centimeter away, but her eyes were unfocused, as if the focus was not focused on his face at all.
The man's rough fingers caressed her cheek, and his low voice coaxed her hoarsely, "Good boy, Huanhuan, get up first and drink the ginger tea... Mother Li said you soaked in cold water."
"Mo Shiqian..."
He whispered, "Sorry."
As the man spoke, he reached out and picked her up, trying to hold her in his arms.
Her body is very soft, and softness sometimes gives people the illusion of weakness.
Her body was still cold, and the low temperature seemed to clearly accuse him of his mistake.
He suddenly couldn't remember what he was thinking when he left.
Even if she really didn't drink the glass of red wine, she had humbly hoped that he would stay... Even if she was really lying, so what.
If she wants him to stay, he should stay instead of finding another woman.
He had seen Mo Xigu make such a mistake before.
She also knew how much harm such a mistake would cause her, just like her original feelings for Mo Xigu... Although they seemed calm on the outside, they had already begun to collapse from the inside.
The clearer this thought became, the harder he held the woman's arm.
It was as if he wanted to squeeze her into his flesh and blood.
Chi Huan felt pain and discomfort... Out of instinct, she struggled vigorously to push him away.
"let me go… "
She was indeed in pain because he was really too strong.
She was really uncomfortable too...
His breath, voice, and even such seamless closeness made her feel restless again, suppressed by the biting cold, with desire and emptiness.
The consciousness is blurred, but the thinking is clear and the water drips out -
She didn't want anything to happen to him at this time.