Her sweet voice touched something inside him, like a cat playfully scratching at his heart. Zu An took in the blushing woman on the bed, and it made his throat go dry. He remarked hoarsely, “Actually… I’m a gentleman.”

Normally, Qiao Xueying would have gotten mad upon hearing those words, but this time, she ignored his words entirely. She continued to grab his hand tightly and said, “Don’t leave me. I’m afraid…”

“Yes, I won’t leave your side.” Zu An took a seat by the side and tidied up her hair, which had been messed up a little by the sweat drenching her forehead. 

He wasn’t so foolish as to leave at this moment. He had watched far too many television drama serials to know that another man would likely slip in and take advantage of her if he were to leave to look for an antidote right now.

Qiao Xueying moaned softly then leaped forward to hug him tightly. She was a maiden after all, so she had no idea how to initiate an intimate encounter. She could only cling to his body instinctively, as though it was the only way for her to vent the heat in her body.

“Help… help me…” mumbled Qiao Xueying indistinctively.

Zu An even scorned himself a little. He had been so traumatized by Ji Xiaoxi’s intervention the previous time that he’d forgotten...