Two days passed after Ying Huanhuan and Lin Dong had signed the agreement. Ying Huanhuan still hadn't made any move. She continued to travel with Lin Dong, but these two days were less erotic and more ordinary. Lin Dong also defeated his senior brother in the monthly competition and officially obtained the position of a direct disciple of the Desolate Palace.
On the sixth night, there was another knock on Ying Huanhuan's door, and Qing Ye's voice could be heard from outside.
"Huanhuan, it's already the sixth day!" Lin Dong looked at Ying Huanhuan eagerly. He'd been holding back for the past few days, but Ying Huanhuan wouldn't let him do anything, and there was nothing to look at, which made Lin Dong feel a little resentful.
"Hmph," Ying Huanhuan snorted softly at Lin Dong's expression. Then, blushing, she lowered her head and whispered, "Go hide." Then, Ying Huanhuan turned and headed for the door.
Seeing Ying Huanhuan's actions, Lin Dong's eyes lit up. He also turned around and slipped into the cabinet. For convenience, Lin Dong used his power to wrap the cabinet so that when outsiders looked in, the door would be securely closed. This would prevent Qing Ye from getting suspicious and opening the cabinet to inspect it like last time. However, this wouldn't work for Ying Huanhuan; if she wanted to, she could still see what was inside.
Ying Huanhuan walked through the long room and arrived at the door. After glancing at Lin Dong, who had slipped into the closet, she gripped the doorknob. After a moment's pause, she slowly pushed the door open.
As the door opened, the girl's delicate face appeared before Qing Ye. Qing Ye saw the girl he had been missing for days, her face flushed with resentment. He was startled by Ying Huanhuan's sudden opening of the door. After a moment's pause, Qing Ye said blankly, "Huan, Huanhuan?"
Ying Huanhuan stared at the stunned Qing Ye, feeling a little shy. After all, the man before her had not only witnessed one of her few masturbations a few days earlier, but had also brought her to orgasm. The thought of him playing with her body flashed back to her mind, but she immediately said with a stern face, "What are you doing here again?"
"That..." Qing Ye paused at Ying Huanhuan's question, but quickly regained her composure and said seriously, "Huanhuan, I came here to apologize. I'm sorry. I was so consumed with lust that night that I did something so extreme to you." Qing Ye finished his words and bowed deeply to Ying Huanhuan. "Are you done? Goodbye then." Ying Huanhuan heard Qing Ye's apology, glanced at him, and began to close the door.
"Huh?" Qing Ye was slightly taken aback as he saw the door begin to close. This was not what he had expected! He had originally thought that Ying Huanhuan, having been childhood sweethearts and having a good relationship, and that he had always behaved well, would have had a good impression of him. Even if she didn't forgive him right away, she would have said a few words. Little did he know that Ying Huanhuan already knew what he had done those ten nights, and she also knew what he was planning to do next.
However, Qing Ye's moment of daze was only a momentary one. He immediately straightened up, grabbed the doorknob outside, stopped the door from closing, and hurriedly said to Ying Huanhuan, "Wait."
Ying Huanhuan was blocked from closing the door. She looked at Qing Ye through the crack: "I've apologized. Is there anything else?"
"Huanhuan, I was really wrong that time. Can't you just say a few more words to me? Let's sit down and talk," Qing Ye pleaded. Although it was very different from what he had imagined, he didn't dare let Ying Huanhuan close the door. If he didn't resolve the issue now, once Ying Huanhuan actually closed the door, he wouldn't know when he'd see her again. So he had to get it done this time, even if it meant some tough measures.
"Hmph? Is there anything else we can talk about?" Ying Huanhuan glared at Qing Ye through the crack in the door.
"You really can't talk to me?" Qing Ye pleaded again.
"No," Ying Huanhuan said, pulling at the door again, trying to close it.
Qing Ye who was outside the door saw that Ying Huanhuan was so stubborn and didn't give her any chance. He gritted his teeth and thought that since being soft didn't work, he could only be tougher. At this time, Qing Ye held the door with one hand and risked being pinched by the door with the other hand. He saw the position of the door handle, reached in through the gap, and then accurately grabbed Ying Huanhuan's hand that was pulling the door.
"Hmm..." Ying Huanhuan moaned softly as her wrist was grasped. Now, she felt her entire body soften, and her hands lost much strength. She was slightly surprised. She hadn't expected Qing Ye's mere touch to cause this. It seemed the potion was truly taking effect.
Outside, Qing Ye felt the force pulling the door weaken. He felt a sense of relief. Even if Ying Huanhuan injected power into the door and broke his hand, he wouldn't have any recourse. After all, he had forced his way into someone else's house. He took the opportunity to open the door again, allowing him to see Ying Huanhuan's full figure. While feigning indifference, he pleaded with Ying Huanhuan, "Huanhuan, I really want to talk to you."
Feeling the waves of comfort radiating from her hand, Ying Huanhuan's face flushed. She could no longer hold the doorknob, but she still glared at Qing Ye fiercely, "Let go!"
"Huanhuan, promise to talk to me first, okay?" Qing Ye looked at Ying Huanhuan, her cheeks flushed slightly, and chuckled inwardly. After that outburst, the potion was finally taking effect. And judging by Ying Huanhuan's current appearance, it seemed the potion was even more effective than Qing Ye had imagined.
"Okay, I promise. You let go first," Ying Huanhuan agreed, following Qing Ye's lead. After all, her original intention wasn't to antagonize Qing Ye, but to continue. She'd just been teasing him. If Qing Ye hadn't stopped her and asked her to close the door, she would have waited until he left before calling him back, but that wasn't necessary now.
"Okay, I'll let go right away," Qing Ye said cheerfully, but he remained cautious, opening the door completely before letting go of Ying Huanhuan's hand.
Ying Huanhuan also felt the pleasure in her hand fade, the tingling sensation gone. She glared at Qing Ye again, then turned and walked back into the room, sitting in the same chair from the previous night. Thoughts of that evening returned to Ying Huanhuan.
Qing Ye also entered the room and closed the door. He looked up and saw Ying Huanhuan sitting in a chair. He too recalled that night's events. Ying Huanhuan then was the same person, but in a different state. Back then, Ying Huanhuan was disheveled, her expression full of lust, her eyes gleaming with allure, her breasts exposed, her legs spread wide. Now, Ying Huanhuan was neatly dressed, sitting upright, her eyes gleaming with a fierce glare, nothing exposed, her legs tightly closed.
Qing Ye's eyes flickered with lust as he gazed at Ying Huanhuan in the chair, but he quickly retracted his gaze. While it might not be easy, Qing Ye was determined to make Ying Huanhuan the same as she was then—no, even more so.
Although the lust in Qing Ye's eyes only lasted a moment, how could Ying Huanhuan not notice it? She ignored it, however. This was the effect she had always intended. If Qing Ye had no feelings for her, there was no point in continuing.