C11 Pervert
The aphrodisiac that Yang Yi had ingested was far from ordinary. Without engaging in sexual activity, the drug's effects would continue to intensify, causing her body temperature to soar until it ultimately fried her brain.
Had Ye Yu known about the vicious drug Jia Zihao had administered to Yang Yi, he would have castrated him on the spot to prevent him from ever preying on young women again. But now, returning to deal with Jia Zihao could mean delaying Yang Yi's urgent treatment.
"Damn it, I'll spare you today. But mark my words, next time we meet, I'll make sure you're castrated!"
Ye Yu spat out the threat, causing the driver to shiver uncontrollably.
"Step on it, driver, my wife is running out of time!"
Ye Yu's heart ached as he looked at Yang Yi, her cheeks flushed with fever. He placed his hand on her chest, pressing down on specific acupoints to keep her heart rate from accelerating and leading to cardiac failure.
"Kid, I'm already pushing eighty miles per hour. We can't go any faster in the city!"
...
The driver, seated in the passenger seat, was shaking like a leaf, watching Ye Yu race through the city at 150 mph without blinking, terrified that closing his eyes might mean saying goodbye to the world.
A thirty-minute journey was cut down to ten by Ye Yu, who even managed to stop at a fruit store to pick up some ordinary fruits and vegetables.
Yang Yi's residence, provided by the Yangquan Wine Cellar, was located in the suburbs. Despite its location, the interior was tastefully decorated and well-equipped with luxurious amenities.
Ye Yu, having frequented the place before the accident, was intimately familiar with the layout of the room.
He opened the bathroom door, undressed Yang Yi, and gently placed her into a bathtub filled with cold water. He then blended the fruits and vegetables he had bought into a therapeutic juice designed to reduce heat and detoxify the body, which he carefully administered to her.
After much effort, Yang Yi's fever finally subsided.
Only then did Ye Yu, with a sense of relief, lift her from the bath. He dried her off, blew her hair dry, and then laid her down on the bed in the bedroom.
The ordeal was exhausting, drenching Ye Yu in sweat, but he didn't mind. Seeing his babe out of danger was the greatest joy of his life.
The next morning, Yang Yi slowly opened her eyes to find herself in her own bed. The memory of being drugged the previous night flooded back, and she feared the worst—that her virtue had been stolen. A sharp pain pierced her heart, and tears began to stream down her cheeks.
Her mind had grown hazy after sipping the tea last night, and she couldn't recall anything that happened afterward, leading her to believe she might have been violated.
"Am I tainted?" she whispered to herself.
"No, you're not. I gave you a bath last night. Hey, why the tears? With me around, that jerk didn't have a chance!" Ye Yu reassured her as he rose from the carpet. To safeguard Yang Yi, he had spent the entire night sleeping on the floor.
Initially startled, Yang Yi quickly realized she wasn't in some hotel but in her own rental apartment. Other than feeling a bit chilly, nothing else seemed amiss.
Though she was unsure of the previous night's events, Yang Yi was certain that her savior was the young man before her. He had driven off Zhao Biao, treated her sprained ankle, and helped her get away from Jia Zihao unscathed—all in less than twenty-four hours. Could this be what they call destiny?
Looking up at Ye Yu, she caught him gazing intently at her chest, his eyes gleaming with focus.
"Who gave you permission to watch me sleep? Get out, you creep!" she exclaimed.
Yang Yi attempted to shoo Ye Yu away, but as she sat up, the thin blanket slipped from her body, exposing her bare skin to the morning air. Only then did she realize she was completely nude!
