Li Qiyi, who has been silent, suddenly uttered a murmur, soft and gentle, like someone gently shaking a small cup of warm, sticky honey, pouring it over your chest, the honey trickling down along your torso.
"Sis, what's wrong, are you feeling unwell?" You quickly look with concern at Li Qiyi, who has been gripping your left hand tightly.
Li Qiyi seems unable to speak, her grip on your hands getting tighter, causing you to feel a slight pain; she bites her teeth tightly, seemingly afraid that once she opens her mouth, she might make a sound that she finds embarrassing.
Not only Li Qiyi but even Cen also lets out a breath that's enticing. She leaned gently against you, her voice filled with intoxicating fragrance as she confessed, "Before we met you, someone injected us with a potion, and it seems to have some aphrodisiac effect."
As Cen said this, you suddenly jumped like your tail was stepped on, hurriedly asking, "How many injections did you receive?"
