Chapter 2: He is not someone to be trifled with

Chapter 002: He, Not Someone to Mess With

After entering the residence, Qin Zi'er headed straight for the front courtyard. In ancient times, women mostly lived in the back courtyards, while men resided in the front. A mansion this large couldn't possibly be without men, and if there were men, they would certainly be in the front courtyard.

Her burning body grew increasingly weak and limp; the heat surging within her felt as if it could incinerate her entire being. Qin Zi'er nimbly dodged the people in the courtyard and quietly slipped into the nearest building. Pushing open one of the doors, she heard a faint sound from within and walked directly toward the source of the noise.

Rounding the screen, she saw a room wreathed in mist. Through the faint vapor, she could see a person sitting in a wooden bathtub in the center of the room. Qin Zi'er took a few steps forward, but upon seeing the man clearly, her footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

Her body had already reached its limit. The heat screaming from the depths of her bones made her want to pounce on the man immediately, yet her reason told her that this man was not to be trifled with—he was dangerous, and she should leave at once.

She tried hard to control the burning desire screaming through her body, wanting to turn and leave, but when her gaze fell upon his broad shoulders, prominent Adam's apple, and smooth, supple skin, she could no longer hold back. Her figure shot forward like an arrow from a bow, rapidly lunging toward the man.

She was someone who had already died once. If offending this man meant she would truly die, then so be it—she would just die a second time.

If the aphrodisiac poison in her body wasn't neutralized, she would be tortured to death anyway.

Qin Zi'er quickly struck the man’s acupoints, then stripped off her clothes and jumped into the bathtub.

The tub was large; even with Qin Zi'er added to it, it wasn't overly cramped.

However, with two people baring themselves to one another, their skin inevitably brushed against each other.

Moreover, Qin Zi'er had jumped into the tub specifically because she wanted this man.

As her gaze met the man within arm's reach, Qin Zi'er’s eyes flickered slightly. She had picked a rather unsuitable man.

The man’s eyes were bone-chillingly cold and bottomless. The undisguised, bloodthirsty malice in them left Qin Zi'er in no doubt that if he could move right now, he would undoubtedly tear her to pieces without hesitation.

Unfortunately, he was currently unable to move. Her eyes flashed, and as Qin Zi'er stared into his bloodthirsty, icy gaze, she gave a provocative smile, cupped his face in her hands, and bit down hard on his lips.

The man glared at her with sinister, icy ferocity. If it weren't for the fact that he was poisoned and his internal energy suppressed, he would surely have ground this damned woman into dust.

Qin Zi'er, however, had no time to worry about the murderous intent in the man's eyes, because she discovered that after entering the tub, the heat in her body was subsiding at a perceptible rate. Qin Zi'er felt a surge of joy—could it be that the medicinal bath this man was soaking in could also neutralize the poison she had been given?

If that were true, she wouldn't need to force herself upon him. Although she didn't value her chastity more than life itself like the women of this era, she wasn't a loose woman either. Furthermore, the man before her was far too dangerous.

After biting the man, Qin Zi'er stopped moving recklessly and simply curled her entire body up in the tub. As for the cold, bloodthirsty aura radiating from the man, Qin Zi'er automatically ignored it; he couldn't do anything to her right now anyway. Once the poison in her body was gone, she would leave immediately.

Her face had long been smeared with soot so that not a trace of her true appearance remained. If he still had the ability to find her, then it was just her bad luck.

While soaking in the medicinal bath, Qin Zi'er gazed at the man, silently marveling. He truly was a demon; how could he be so handsome? His features were refined, his long eyebrows swept toward his temples, and his pupils, black as lacquer, strangely shimmered with a faint purple hue in the flickering light. They were deep and mysterious, like hidden, magnificent glass beads.

It was just a pity that those pearl-like eyes held not a hint of gentleness at this moment, only endless, bloodthirsty malice as they glared fiercely at her.