It didn’t take much time for Ye Xiuwen to learn about the effects of the incense which Zhang Shuyue was talking about.
As time passed, the temperature in the room seemed to slowly increase, and Ye Xiuwen began to find his surroundings scalding hot, as though he had been tossed into a cauldron of boiling hot water. As the heat continued to assault his senses, it began to draw a haze over his mind, stifling its clarity and senses as well.
He groaned in frustration, and the veins on his head bulged and throbbed as large beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and landed on the pillow he was lying on.
A still, small voice called out feebly in his heart – Stay focused. You can’t do anything that would hurt Little Mo.
That said, since Zhang Shuyue was hell bent on obtaining Ye Xiuwen’s mind, body and soul right now, she naturally resorted to extreme measures. The drugs she had resorted to were hardly easy to resist at all.
Thus, Ye Xiuwen began to feel his rationality and clarity of mind slowly slip away from his body. At the same time, as his body grew ostensibly warmer, he instinctually thought of grabbing something to reduce the heat swelling up from within his body.
Just then, a cool, soft voice rang out just beside him. In fact, this voice was so close to him that he could even feel the breath of the lady gently and coolly...