Lost Control

Feng Zhiyao raised her head to look at Ye Weiyang. Due to the effects of the medicine, his face was blushing, and his eyes were still covered by a dense mist.

"Weiyang, why couldn't I get close to you!" Feng Zhiyao looked at the pretty boy in front of her as she playfully licked her lips. She was drooling with desire, wanting to throw herself at him.

But Ye Weiyang had some martial arts! Could it be that he hadn't been defeated yet, and then he took her life in one strike! This was the era of cold weapons!

While Feng Zhiyao was lost in her thoughts, she heard him talking …

"You … You, Did you put something strange in the mung bean ice sand I ate? " Although he was clean, he was a normal man. He knew more or less how his body reacted!

Therefore, Ye Weiyang nimbly pulled out the Spirit Serpent Sword with his right hand. With a flash of white light, the sharp sword edge was already placed on Feng Zhiyao's neck, which was as fine as a swan's neck.

"Weiyang … … You. You. First, move the Spirit Serpent Sword … Go away, I. I… I'm so scared!" Feng Zhiyao was frightened by this sudden change. Of course, she was pretending. She thought that she was playing as the fragile young lady of the Prime Minister, so it was only right for her to react in such a way.

"I know, I'm afraid! You gave me that strange thing?" He was angry.

Her voice was gloomy, causing Feng Zhiyao to secretly roll her eyes. "I'm not scared of you, I just purposely gave you a drop of medicine!"

"Ur … I… I wouldn't dare next time. It was … It was … Really …" She quickly expressed her stance. The tip of her sword was cold to the touch, and she really wanted to get along with him!

"What? There's still a next time … …" Ye Weiyang fell into a mess after hearing these words.

"No … No … I really don't dare to do that…" Feng Zhiyao quickly lowered her head bashfully, "Well, you look good!" She said this very quietly.

"Forget it, I'll let you off this time! Quick, bring the antidote!" Ye Weiyang never thought that the medicine that little girl Feng Zhiyao had given him was a special medicine that she had developed herself. That was why he thought that Feng Zhiyao, the person who had administered the antidote, would definitely have the cure!

What? Cure?

Feng Zhiyao was nearly petrified when she heard this!

"Weiyang … … Wei Yang …. I… I… No cure…" Because I would be your best cure! Feng Zhiyao's delicate and charming eyes were filled with a few drops of tears, "Move the Spirit Serpent Sword away!"

"What do you mean?" Ye Weiyang was furious at these words. Damned woman, he almost couldn't bear it any longer. This medicine was too fierce, and he only felt that his "little Weiyang" was like a bamboo shoot emerging from the earth, urgently needing Sweet Nectar to nourish himself.

The situation of his body was getting more and more unoptimistic. It was very likely that he would turn into a hidden super beast in the next second!

Angrily, the Spirit Serpent Sword shook. Accompanied by an "Ah!" sound, Feng Zhiyao's tender and white neck got a bloody scar.

"I'm sorry…" Ye Weiyang immediately used all the strength in his body to retract the Spirit Serpent Sword.

"You don't have to apologize to me! Because we're even! Woo woo … Painful …" Feng Zhiyao pinched her thigh secretly, finally squeezed out some tears as she sobbed with a teary face.

"This is my boudoir. Your room is on the other. I need to rest now. Get out! Woo woo … Pain… It hurts…" Feng Zhiyao walked to the door, feigning anger. She opened the door but didn't even raise her eyes, waving her hand to signal him to quickly leave.

Of course, Feng Zhiyao knew. She had already calculated the amount of medicine she had used. After a while, no matter how good his martial arts were, he wouldn't be able to withstand the powerful effect of "Boiled Vital Energy"! La la la, she cleaned up and waited for the feast!

"You!" Ye Weiyang wanted to criticize her, but he found that when he saw the tears dripping down her cheeks, he didn't say a single word of reproach.

"Close the door!" Ye Weiyang didn't want others to see his current awkward state. If others saw it, he would lose face. In his desperation, he forgot that it was the dead of night.

"Why?" After asking, Feng Zhiyao intentionally glanced at Ye Weiyang with her beautiful peach colored eyes. Well, it was a big one, it seemed that the medicine was quite effective!

"Why are you talking so much nonsense!" Ye Weiyang could only take out his own palm and close the door with a creak.

"Tell me. You just gave me… What drug is it?" In his heart, he had pretty much guessed eighty to ninety percent, but he didn't dare to confirm it. Therefore, he grabbed Feng Zhiyao's shoulders and asked.

"I … I dare not say …" After saying this, Feng Zhiyao pushed him away, quickly dashing into the inner room, and then sat down on the fragrant Pear Blossom Woodwork couch with her head lowered.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" he asked.

"…" With a clap, the lock on the door was lowered.

Ye Weiyang watched her unyielding retreat. After being completely baffled, he was finally unable to resist, so he took off his outer garment to conceal himself. Quickly opening the door, he walked to the side of the ancient well, hanging twelve buckets of cold water, but still unable to extinguish the fire!

Damn it! He finally understood that the medicine he had taken was definitely not an ordinary one!

Forget it, Master always asked him to find a woman to have a grandchild for him to play with.