Ye Zhen then walked into the screen, took the incense burner that had been placed on the windowsill and brought it in.

  Ning Weiyue's plan... has become very clear. The incense is for Ye Zhong, while the pastries and tea outside are for Zhao Song and Qing Zhu. Ning Weiyue has thought things through thoroughly; it's not enough that only Ye Zhong takes the medicine. Zhao Song isn't a sentimental person, so even if he knew she took the aphrodisiac, his first choice would be to run outside and call for help from the midwife and doctor to have them administer an antidote to Ye Zhong. So this medicine must also be given to Zhao Song and Qing Zhu. Once they are overcome with desire and make a scene outside, Ye Zhong, no matter how strong her self-control is, will not be able to resist running out, making the situation even more unseemly. By then, when people rush in and see this spectacle, Ye Zhong will have lost all face; only shame will remain.

  Only when one has been thoroughly humiliated and feels utterly disgraced can they have a good reason to make a big fuss.

  This is a longing for men, Ye Zhuang has been married in her previous life and knows it very well.

  She put down the tool in her hand, stood up, walked to the window, and took a deep breath of fresh air. The coolness in the air instantly dissipated the heat in her body. She turned around and glanced at the screen.

  Just as that wave of heat rose again to Ye Zhuo's mind, making her somewhat annoyed, a voice came from outside the house: "Young Master, someone has arrived."

  Du Haoran's appearance was ordinary, but when he stood with Nie Bowen, who was extremely handsome, he would never be overlooked. It was because he had a heroic aura about him, and in his every move, there was a kind of heroic spirit that only a soldier could have. This heroic aura combined with his calmness made his presence even stronger than Nie Bowen's.

  The longing in her heart was like a tendril seed, bursting forth and sprouting instantly, growing wildly and filling her entire being at the slightest breeze. She wanted to walk forward, embrace him, kiss him, and merge with him into one entity...

  "I don't regret it." Ye Zhuo's reply was unusually firm. She knew what would happen next but she really didn't regret it.

  Outside the door, there began to be a noisy sound coming over, as if a large group of people were walking in this direction. In addition to footsteps, there was also laughter and conversation, with both men and women, making quite a lively scene.

  Ye Zhuo raised his head and looked at Du Haoran, only to see that Du Haoran's breathing was getting heavier and his face had an abnormal flush. He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his teeth biting his lower lip, as if he was exerting all his strength to control himself.

  She took a step forward, stretched out her hand and wrapped it around Du Haoran's waist.

  He hastily turned his head away, not daring to look again. But immediately thought of his physical condition, his face suddenly flushed red, and the ** in his body increased a few more points. He stretched out both arms, unsure where to put them.

  The reason was simple: there was something hard pressing against her lower abdomen.

  What's more, at this moment, she was under the influence of the medicine and only felt that this embrace was so warm, the man's breath smelled like a well, and even the hard part below perfectly filled her endless emptiness. She only felt an indescribable comfort wandering all over her body, making her whole body tremble with desire to moan out loud.

  With a "bang", the door was pushed open, and a loud voice was saying: "She's right here, let's go in and take a look...". The voice stopped abruptly at this point, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment. All the sounds from before were like something had choked them off, unable to make any noise.

  Only to see that in the house, it was not just Ye Zhuo alone, but a man and a woman. At this moment, the couple were tightly embracing each other, the woman's hairpins were disheveled, her hair was scattered, she was crying and desperately struggling, trying to break free from the man's arms; while the man in the sky-blue long gown was holding her tight, his mouth still kept pressing against her snow-white neck, as if wanting to kiss her.

  This loud cry finally woke up the man in the house, who slowly and painfully turned his head around. At this moment, the woman took advantage of the situation to push him away, pulled up the collar on her neck, and stumbled over to this side of the crowd.

  "I'll beat you to death!" An old man rushed out and raised his cane to hit Du Haoran.

  Two small servants rushed up from behind the crowd and held Du Haoran, who was staring at the women in the house with red eyes, one on each side.

  Everyone in the house changed color.

  Because of that "Amitabha Buddha", Nie Zhongkun had a very deep impression on Ye Zhen.

  At this time, Zhao Song, who had just gone to see a doctor for acupuncture, happened to return to the house. His illness came and went quickly, and at this moment he was no different from a normal person. Seeing his master return, he naturally felt happy. Upon learning that the people his master warmly greeted were Ye Zhuo's family members, he told them about the matter of Ye Zhuo and Nie Boyi competing in carving jade.

  Bei Bei Bei, 1 night 8 times Lang's pink ticket. Also, a relative of mine cast an update vote for Leng Shui, the latest news column refreshed too quickly, didn't catch any words, Leng Shui thanks you here as well!