The maids brought in clean water, then quietly closed the door and left, retreating a good distance from the room.
Ye Lanqin dampened a handkerchief, wiped Mei Shuyu's face and the corners of his mouth, then unbuttoned his collar to wipe his body.
Mei Shuyu was filled with anxious rage, wishing his hair could stand on end, his breathing almost stopped, and his heart was viciously thinking, as soon as she fell into the illusion, he would strangle her to death.
Just as he finished that thought, as expected, Ye Lanqin's hand paused, her body softened, and she collapsed onto him.
Mei Shuyu waited patiently for a while, noticing that she was as still as he was, but her expression was different—her face blushed with shyness, revealing an utterly comfortable and intoxicated appearance.
He disgustingly pushed her away, letting her body fall limply to the side as he sat up and reached for her neck.