Chapter 115: Do You Want Him, or Me?
“It’s dangerous in the room right now!” Xie Qiang tried her best to suppress her trembling, speaking in as calm a voice as possible. “The aphrodisiac perfume was knocked over. Sen Ji has been affected. I tried purification, but it didn’t work…”
“Hong Que, help me find an antidote first!”
After speaking, she raised her arm and closed the door completely to prevent the scent of the perfume from escaping through the crack and affecting Hong Que as well.
Across the door, Hong Que stood dazed for a moment. When he realized the meaning of her words, he couldn’t help but clench his fist, making the originally square and smooth gift box become wrinkled.
He stood before the door, paralyzed. The sounds of restraint faintly coming from the other side kept poking at his fragile nerves, making his heart ache more and more.
He really wanted to rush in and separate the two, but he was afraid the girl would be angry and ignore him. Hong Que could only endure it, turn around, and open his lightbrain to give orders to the person in charge of the gallery. “Seal off the VIP area. Kick everyone out except for those in Room 3. No one is allowed in without my notification!”
“Yes, Young Master.”
Glancing back at the door, Hong Que felt a sense of stifled frustration in his throat. He kicked the wall beside him to vent his anger and then gritted his teeth as he left.
He went to buy the antidote personally and hurried back to Room 3. After taking a deep breath and holding it, he quickly unlocked the door and rushed in.
“Xie Qiang!”
The two who were originally at the door had moved to the sofa at some point. The back zipper of the magnificent princess dress had been pulled down, revealing the permanent mark planted by the Sentinel. The Golden Tiger’s slightly rough tongue licked it, causing the fair skin to flush.
Hong Que strode over and unhesitatingly plunged the syringe into Sen Ji’s neck.
Sen Ji finally regained consciousness. However, for some reason—perhaps affected by Xie Qiang’s previous purification—his body was experiencing a delayed combination heat reaction.
He lowered his voice and suppressed that primal desire, saying to the girl, “Xie Qiang, release your Guide essence for me.”
Although Xie Qiang was puzzled, she obediently released her pheromones. “What’s wrong?”
It didn’t work.
Perhaps affected by the perfume, the Guide essence had lost its soothing effect. Sen Ji bit his lip hard, using the pain to numb himself until his lips were bleeding. “Combination heat. The Guide essence isn’t working.”
Xie Qiang felt her vision go dark.
Dealing with combination heat was even worse than the perfume! The intensity was completely different!
“Then we…” Her lips trembled, and she already had a sense of impending waist-ache. “Let’s leave here first…”
“Mmm.” Sen Ji rose slightly, preparing to carry her out.
Catching sight of Hong Que staring at Xie Qiang’s back, he frowned and zipped up the back of her dress. He then buried her face in his chest with an air of possessiveness.
He glanced at the syringe in the red-haired youth’s hand and said huskily, “Thanks for the antidote.”
Thanks?
Thanks for what? Thanks for using the antidote, which caused his combination heat and forced him to stay with Xie Qiang?!
Hong Que’s face was dark. He instinctively cursed, “To hell with your thanks! Hurry up and get to another room!”
As soon as he spoke, he breathed in the perfume in the room. His handsome face turned red as quickly as a raw shrimp in boiling water.
Realizing he had been affected, Hong Que’s mind crumbled, and he clutched his head, roaring, “Sen Ji! I’m going to kill you!!!”
With a slight cough, Sen Ji held Xie Qiang in his arms and strode toward the door. “You come out too.”
“Do you think I need you to tell me?!” Hong Que cursed as he fled the VIP room and slammed the door shut.
Dammit, luckily he had prepared two doses of the antidote!
Just as he was about to pull the second syringe from his pocket, he accidentally saw Xie Qiang struggling to peek out from Sen Ji’s shoulder, looking at him with worry.
“Hong Que! Are you okay? Do you still have the antidote on you?”
In such an embarrassing situation, Xie Qiang originally just wanted to crawl into a hole, but she was truly worried about Hong Que and afraid he had been caught up in her mess.
Hong Que paused his movement to pull out the syringe and gripped the antidote tight. “I…”
If I didn’t have it, would you leave Sen Ji and help me deal with it…?
If he didn’t have it, did you intend to leave me and help Hong Que…?
Seeing Xie Qiang so concerned about Hong Que, a trace of unsuppressable jealousy rose in Sen Ji’s heart. He reached out to cup the girl’s chin, forcing her to look only at him.
“Princess, he’s not that stupid; he wouldn’t bring only one dose.”
Xie Qiang frowned and gave him a light glare. “Sen Ji, he just saved the both of us!”
He clearly just interrupted the both of us…
Sen Ji didn’t dare say those words. He could only bite the clothes on her shoulder, venting that desire to swallow her whole.
“I can barely hold on…” The man’s voice was as quiet as a mosquito, yet it seemed to carry an air of coercion. “Do you want him, or me?”
Hong Que followed them for a few steps. He looked like a small bird caught in the rain with no shelter. Those golden eyes, usually full of arrogance, now held a trace of loneliness as he looked at Xie Qiang pitifully.
One look at that gaze made Xie Qiang feel like a scumbag who valued sex over friends.
She bit her lip. “Hong Que…”
Hearing her answer, Sen Ji’s entire body stiffened. His heart felt as if it were being gnawed by countless ants. He let out a bitter laugh, his trembling lashes full of surging sadness and helplessness.
What was he… truly expecting?
“Hong Que, hold on first and find a room to lock yourself in!”
Xie Qiang cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted loudly to Hong Que, “I’ll have Mo—no, I’ll message Cang Jiu to buy you an antidote!”
Sen Ji looked up suddenly. There was disbelief in his eyes, but even more so, unbridled joy. “You… want me?”
Xie Qiang: “?”
What nonsense is he asking? There’s an antidote for the perfume, but combination heat requires a Guide!
“No need!” Hong Que stood in place, the tragic and pitiful look on his face instantly turning back into his usual unruly one.
He pulled the antidote from his pocket and waved it at the two, speaking with a foul temper, “Did you think I was really that stupid? Of course I’d bring a second dose!”
Xie Qiang immediately sighed in relief and said joyfully, “Good! Then hurry up and use it!”
“Don’t rush me! I know what I’m doing!”
Hong Que gripped the syringe and turned away cursing, leaving his back to the two as they moved away. But as he turned, the unruly expression on his face faded, leaving only a trace of dejected sorrow.
“Scumbag, laughing so happily…”
As if she’s relieved she doesn’t have to do it with me.
The red-haired youth plunged the syringe into his neck, yet he didn’t feel his body temperature drop at all. Or perhaps… at the moment he was chosen to be left behind, his entire body already felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar, unable to feel even a trace of warmth.
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