“Wait — wait a moment…”

What was happening right now? He had torn her clothes and pinned her beneath him!

Feng Jiu’er opened her wide, glistening eyes and stared at the man whose complexion had gone from deathly pale to flushed red.

It seemed that back in the chamber, he had merely suppressed the drug’s effects using his internal energy.

Now that they had come to this remote, deserted cave, he appeared to be losing control as the drug overpowered him!

“Wait — wait… Ah! Don’t bite me! You bastard! Let go!”

She was pinned against a large rock, and behind her, the man — his eyes reddened by the drug — was losing himself to his baser instincts.

With a tearing sound, the thin skirt Feng Jiu’er wore was ripped from her.

“Ninth Prince, wait — mmph——”

His large palm pressed her face toward him, and the man’s scorching lips descended, sealing away every word she might have said.

Her first kiss…

Feng Jiu’er’s eyes flew wide open, and in that moment she tasted the metallic tang of blood — blood trickling from the corner of his lips.

He had already been injured earlier in his effort to resist the drug’s pull!

The faint musk that drifted from the man’s body — enough to intoxicate any woman without effort. This was the finest beauty in all the capital!

How many women would willingly spend their entire lives for just a single glance of his attention…

“Hiss…” A sharp pain at the corner of her lips jolted Feng Jiu’er out of her daze immediately.

The surface beneath her felt cold and bare — her skirt had been flung to the ground. She finally realized that if she did not stop this now, what came next would be something truly terrible!

Just as Zhan Qingcheng reached to undo his own gold-trimmed sash, both of Feng Jiu’er’s hands were finally freed.

Her small hand landed on a particular pressure point at his neck, pressing down with sudden force.

Zhan Qingcheng let out a muffled grunt, and a fresh thread of blood slid from the corner of his lips.

His tall frame swayed — but only slightly, before steadying itself once more.

“You dare!” His eyes narrowed as he seized Feng Jiu’er’s hands and imprisoned them again.

This woman — she actually dared to try sealing his pressure points!

Feng Jiu’er’s brows knitted together, her expression deeply troubled. This man’s martial prowess far exceeded anything she had imagined.

A pressure point that would knock any ordinary person unconscious with a single touch — she had pressed with full force, and he had merely swayed a little!

The man’s heavy body bore down on her. Feng Jiu’er bit her lip, then suddenly her eyes flashed, and she leaned forward to kiss him herself.

Zhan Qingcheng’s thick brows furrowed slightly. Instinctive revulsion rose in him — he despised being touched by women!

Feng Jiu’er quickly caught onto this. The drug had clouded his mind, and taking by force was one thing — but being turned passive by a woman’s initiative, that he found repulsive.

Yet the drug still coursed through him, and no matter how much he loathed it, he would lose control again soon enough.

Seizing upon Zhan Qingcheng’s momentary pause, she wrenched her hands back with all her strength, and this time — she took the initiative to wrap them around his neck.

Zhan Qingcheng’s entire body went rigid, his rational mind still locked in battle with the drug.

This was her moment!

Feng Jiu’er’s long fingers found the back of his neck and pressed down hard.

With a thud, two bodies dropped to the ground together — and this time, she was on top of him.

“Well? Do you still dare try anything with me now?” Jiu’er glared ferociously down at the man pinned beneath her and let out a cold snort.

Ninth Prince — nothing so remarkable after all. He still couldn’t defeat her pressure-point technique, could he?

The girl sat astride Zhan Qingcheng, smug with satisfaction: “Look at our capital’s finest beauty now — isn’t he lying obediently right beneath me?”

“I’m warning you — just because someone drugged you doesn’t give you the right to do as you please with women. In this world, there will always be women you cannot afford to provoke!”

Unexpectedly, the man — who had clearly just had his pressure points sealed — suddenly raised his hand, his large palm clamping around her ankle, and yanked hard…