I feel that the temperature of my body is rising little by little, and there is a heat slowly brewing in my body, which makes me feel more and more uncomfortable.
He realized that there was something wrong with tonight's food. It must have had aphrodisiacs added to it.
He gritted his teeth and endured the increasing heat inside his body.
This despicable Zuo An actually used this method on him!
Not long after, the door to the secret room opened and Zuo An walked in.
Today she was dressed particularly glamorously, wearing an exciting burgundy skirt. The skirt was very short, only covering a small part of her thighs, and her long ivory-white legs exuded a psychedelic luster under the light.
The upper body of the skirt is very tight, and the neckline is designed to be very low. The attractive white peaks are full of explosive visual impact against the open neckline.
If other men saw such a drooling scene, their noses would bleed.
But Ling Ang's gaze just passed by, and disgust immediately surged on his face, and he said loudly: "Get out!"
Zuo An turned a blind eye to his attitude, smiled lightly, and slowly sat down on the chair, "You may still be able to hold on now, but in a while, when the potion reaches its peak, you may not be able to
You will be so determined."
As she sat like this, her skirt became even shorter, almost exposing her important parts. She deliberately posed in a seductive pose and looked at him with charming eyes.
Ling Ang turned his head aside and didn't move his eyebrows. However, his internal organs were burning like countless fires, so much that he almost burst.
His handsome face was flushed like a red sunset, so red that it almost bled, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans appeared on his forehead.
But no matter how much he was suffering in his body, his expression was as calm as water, and the clear light in his eyes was as cold as bits of ice.
Zuo Jing looked at him quietly, with no trace of anxiety on his face.
This medicine is the most powerful medicine so far. No matter how good Ling Ang's concentration is, he is still a flesh and blood body. No matter how strong his will is, it will collapse under the strong aphrodisiac effect.
She slowly picked up a cup of tea, tasted it gently, and waited quietly.
Ling Ang felt that the fire in his body had risen to an unbearable level, and the blood flow in his body was raging like lava erupting from a volcano.
His whole body was soaked with sweat, and his snow-white eyes began to become bloodshot and filled with bright red.
Zuo An drank the tea lightly and smiled softly, "Ang, I said you can't bear it for long."
"You disgusting woman, shut up."
"You may still have some willpower now, but you will definitely beg me later."
"I would rather die than beg you." His eyes reflected endless tenacity.
"Okay, I'll wait." Zuo An continued to drink tea calmly.
He firmly grasped his fist and bit his lips tightly, and his red lips began to bleed.
Time passed by minute by second, Ling Ang breathed deeply, and the consciousness in his mind became more and more chaotic. He felt that his thoughts were no longer his own and had reached the point of being beyond his control.
Zuo An saw that the time was almost up, so he put down his cup and walked towards him slowly.
She walked up to him, reached out and slowly unzipped her skirt.
The red skirt hangs down gently, and Zuo An's jade-like body exudes fatal attraction, as flawless as snow and as smooth as porcelain.