The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Qin Minglan felt as if her body was on fire.

Her fingers, gripping the bedsheet, turned white at the knuckles. Her dark hair was scattered on the pillow, her cheeks were flushed, her almond-shaped eyes were misty, and her gaze was beginning to dart away.

The effects of the "Tender Affection Powder" were more potent than she had imagined.

The heat rose from her dantian and spread throughout her limbs and bones, as if countless ants were crawling inside her, causing both itchiness and numbness, making her want to twist her body.

Qin Minglan couldn't take it anymore.

"Old man..."

"Hurry...hurry up..."

Wang Long stood by the bed, looking at the little girl who was usually fearless, now tormented into this state.

His heart felt as if something had clenched it tightly.

Wang Long squatted down and reached out to touch her forehead.

Scalding hot.

It was terribly hot.

"Young Miss, what exactly did you get?"

Wang Long thought it was just a common aphrodisiac and that he could just tough it out.

"Love...love lingers and fades..."

Qin Minglan bit her lip and managed to squeeze out a few words.

Wang Long's face darkened.

The tender feelings linger.

He had heard of this kind of thing.

It was a secret medicine specifically used to treat women; its effects were so potent that there was no antidote.

If a person who has been drugged cannot have sexual intercourse during the drug's effects, they may suffer damage to their meridians and a decline in their cultivation, or even die from the burning of their internal organs and bleeding from their seven orifices.

The only solution is sexual intercourse between a man and a woman!

That damned bastard Zhao Lingyun!

If I had known I should have torn him to pieces, I would have let him die too easily.

Wang Long's hand froze on Qin Minglan's forehead as countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Taking advantage of someone's misfortune?

He had already fallen for Qin Minglan, this straightforward girl.

Wang Long felt guilty for doing this.

But if we don't save them...

Qin Minglan will die.

Wang Long watched as Qin Minglan's face grew increasingly red and her eyes became increasingly unfocused, a internal struggle raging within him.

"Young Miss..."

Wang Long's voice was somewhat hoarse.

He paused, a hint of struggle flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

Qin Minglan bit her lip, her almond-shaped eyes misting over as she stared at Wang Long for a long time.

His gaze held shame, struggle, fear, and a hint of expectation that even Wang Long himself didn't realize.

Silence spread through the room.

The only sounds were the crackling of the charcoal fire and Qin Minglan's increasingly rapid breathing.

I don't know how much time passed.

Qin Minglan spoke slowly, her voice as soft as a feather.

"Old man... come here."

Wang Long paused for a moment, then took half a step forward.

Qin Minglan reached out, her hand trembling, and grabbed his collar, pulling him in front of her.

Their faces were inches apart.

She could smell the faint scent of smoke on him and see the suppressed heartache in his cloudy old eyes.

"Old man..."

Qin Minglan's voice was very soft, so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

"I'm asking you a question."

"Do...do you like me?"

Wang Long was stunned.

He looked into Qin Minglan's almond-shaped eyes, red from the effects of the medicine yet still stubborn, and felt as if something had struck his chest hard.

Like it?

Of course I like it.

This girl may have a fierce tongue, but she has a softer heart than anyone else.

She would get teary-eyed when Wang Long was injured, clumsily bandage his wounds, and let him rest his head on her lap when he was tired.

She would practice swordsmanship desperately for the sake of the Marquis's mansion, and she would be the first to rush out when danger came.

She was arrogant, domineering, and had a bad temper, but her heart was purer than anyone else's.

"like."

Wang Long's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"This old servant adores the young lady, adores her terribly."

Qin Minglan's tears welled up instantly.

She bit her lip, trying hard not to cry, but the tears just wouldn't stop.

"Then...then why did you just ask me if I regretted it?"

Her voice was trembling with tears, a mixture of anger and shame.

"If I regretted it, why would I let you come to my rescue?"

Wang Long opened his mouth as if to say something, but Qin Minglan quickly covered his mouth.

"Shut up and let me finish."

Qin Minglan took a deep breath, a resolute glint flashing in her almond-shaped eyes.

"Old man, I'm very fortunate now."

"I'm so glad that bastard only used the 'Love's Powder' on me, and I'm so glad it was you who came to save me."

"Otherwise...otherwise I would never have known..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

"...How much I care about you."

Wang Long's eyes felt a little sore.

That silly girl.

"Old man..."

Qin Minglan released her hand from his mouth, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him towards her.

"bring it on."

Her voice was soft but firm.

"I...I did this willingly."

"You wanted to do this last time, didn't you?"

She paused, then a tearful smile appeared on her lips.

"I will grant your wish."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Minglan closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and kissed Wang Long's lips.

The moment their lips touched, Wang Long shuddered.

That kiss was awkward and clumsy, carrying the unique shyness and naivety of a young girl.

Qin Minglan's lips were burning hot and soft like flower petals, trembling slightly as they pressed against his chapped lips.

Having no experience, she didn't know what to do and just awkwardly stuck to the spot, afraid to move.

Wang Long closed his eyes, reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

The moment his palm touched her slender waist, Qin Minglan's body trembled slightly, but she did not resist at all.

Wang Long's lips lingered on hers, gentle yet domineering.

Qin Minglan let out a soft sob and hugged herself even tighter.

Her consciousness completely surrendered at this moment, and she could only feel those hot lips lingering on her own lips and that rough hand caressing her waist.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Long finally released her.

Qin Minglan collapsed into his arms, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed, her almond-shaped eyes misty with tears, as if all her energy had been drained away.

But the heat was even more intense than before.

"Old man..."

Qin Minglan's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"Hurry... I... I can't hold on much longer..."

Wang Long looked down at her, his cloudy old eyes filled with tenderness.

"Young Miss, you don't regret it?"

Qin Minglan shook her head firmly.

No regrets.

"I will never regret this in my life."

Wang Long did not hesitate any longer.

He bent down and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Young Miss, your old servant has arrived."

……

The candlelight flickered.

The moonlight outside the window moved from the east to the west.

The shackles that had plagued Qin Minglan for the past six months shattered within her at this moment.

Late stage of Rank 3!

Peak of the third rank!

Her cultivation level broke through two levels!

Meanwhile, on Wang Long's side...

He also successfully broke through to the peak of the third rank!

Their scents mingled and lingered in the room for a long time.

The effects of the lingering fragrance of love within Qin Minglan's body were completely neutralized, replaced by a warm current that flowed through her limbs and bones.

Her body was no longer burning hot, her breathing gradually became steady, and the flush on her face faded considerably, replaced by an almost transparent, radiant glow.

【Ding! 】

The cold, mechanical voice exploded in Wang Long's mind.

[Congratulations, host! You have completed your cultivation journey with your exceptional Daoist partner, Qin Minglan!]

[Critical hit successful!]

[Reward: Advancement of the Chaos Primordial Saint Body to the Chaos Saint Body (Second Level)!]

[Reward: Nine Heavenly Swords (Heavenly Rank Spiritual Weapon)]