Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

140: Chapter 14 I Don’t Need You to Marry MeTwo years had passed since he last saw Mu Xue’s body without any barriers. Seeing it again now, a surge of hot blood rushed straight to Su Bai’s head.

Compared to the slightly immature girl from two years ago, Mu Xue’s figure had undergone a dramatic transformation. Her curves were now alluring and well-defined, her skin glowing with an ivory-like luster under the dim light. The faint pink hue brought on by the drug’s effects added a breathtakingly seductive quality.

At this moment, in Su Bai’s eyes, she was like a succubus whose instincts had been completely unleashed, her charm dialed up to the maximum. Every inch of her skin, every unconscious movement, radiated a fatal attraction.

The air was thick with her unique, light fragrance mixed with that abnormal heat, creating a dizzyingly ambiguous atmosphere.

Su Bai’s throat went dry, and his body inevitably produced the most primal reaction.

He didn’t consider himself a saint, especially when facing a woman with whom he’d once been intimate, now presented before him in such an impactful state.

He... really couldn’t hold on much longer.

The string of his reason groaned under the strain, scorched by desire and assaulted by the vivid, alluring scene before him.

Gritting his teeth, his gaze struggled on the edge of confusion.

Looking into Mu Xue’s eyes, filled with pain and desperate longing, feeling the astonishing heat radiating from her skin, pushing her away seemed cruel... Moreover.

Common sense dictated that this kind of lowly, potent aphrodisiac was bound to harm both the body and mind, potentially leaving lasting side effects.

The most standard plot development would be for the Protagonist, Brother Bufan, to appear at the critical moment and help Mu Xue dispel the drug’s effects. Of course, the method naturally wouldn’t involve an antidote.

These clichéd thoughts flashed through Su Bai’s mind rapidly, but reality was—

His phone screen lit up. Butler Fu’s reply was concise and disheartening: [Conducted a rapid sweep of the villa perimeter and adjacent areas. No target matching Brother Bufan’s description found. No other suspicious persons approaching at this time.]

Brother Bufan wasn’t nearby?

Then who was the witness arranged by the Nangong Family?

Or perhaps, they never intended to arrange a scene of being caught in the act, but planned to expose it afterwards using other methods?

No time to ponder further. Su Bai’s fingers flew across the screen, sending a new order to Butler Fu: [Enter the house now! Just ask where I am, show appropriate concern. Whatever excuse the Nangong head gives, find a way to stall him. Pin him down in the living room. Don’t let him have a chance to go upstairs or contact others.]

The message had just been sent when a burning, urgent hand suddenly slapped the phone away. It traced an arc through the air and landed with a soft ’thud’ on the thick carpet, screen down.

”Su Bai... help me...” Mu Xue’s voice now carried a sob and a hoarseness bordering on collapse. Her eyes had completely lost focus, leaving only a primal, animalistic mix of desire and pain.

The drug’s power had clearly reached its most ferocious, most irresistible peak. Her reason was utterly incinerated. Driven by instinct, her body desperately sought relief and solace. Her hands clutched Su Bai’s lapels tightly, her scalding-hot body pressing against him, leaving not a sliver of space.

It’s not like it hasn’t happened before... It’s just picking up where we left off...

This thought, carrying a demonic allure, flashed through Su Bai’s mind, already in disarray from the drug and the scene before him.

His body’s reaction was honest and intense, the impulse clamoring for him to give up resistance.

But following it was a deeper sense of vexation: once this happened, the already complex and ineffable relationship between him and Mu Xue would completely slide into another, even more passive, dimension.

The Nangong Family’s goal was likely precisely this: to bind him to their chariot using this most direct and despicable method.

”Damn it...” Su Bai cursed under his breath, unsure if he was cursing the Nangong Family’s shamelessness or his own wavering resolve at this moment.

He knew he was also somewhat affected by the drug in the wine. Although the ’Immortal Kidney Body’ had resisted the knockout effect, some side effects that disturbed the mind and amplified the senses seemed to still be at work.