The entire room was filled with nothing but the sound of their ragged, intermingled gasps and the wet, sticky, rhythmic smacking of their lips. Only when the very last breath had been drained from their lungs did the kiss between them finally come to an end. In that moment, a flicker of clarity seemed to return to Lan Yan's eyes.
"Xiao Dong…?"
Li Dong responded with deep emotion, "Sister Lan Yan!"
"It really is you… I thought I was dreaming…"
"What about Zhi Ran? How is she?"
"Sister Zhi Ran is still…" Li Dong lowered his head in shame; failing to rescue Zhao Zhi Ran along with her was a source of deep pain for him.
Tang Lan Yan lifted Li Dong's head and shook her own. "This isn't your fault."
"The enemy… was simply too powerful."
"This time, even I couldn't be of any help to you."
A surge of emotion welled up in Li Dong's heart. Both Sister Lan Yan and Sister Zhi Ran had given so much for him—the weight of their kindness was so great that he no longer knew how he could ever repay them.
"Sister Lan Yan… I don't know how I can ever repay you…"
Tang Lan Yan simply shook her head gently. Gazing intently at him with her limpid eyes, she said, word for word, "Both Zhi Ran and I… we did this of our own free will."
When feelings run this deep, words become unnecessary; even a simple "thank you" would feel like a desecration of the devotion shown by Sister Lan Yan and Sister Zhi Ran.
With his eyes welling up, Li Dong recalled every little moment he had shared with Tang Lan Yan and Zhao Zhi Ran, and, unable to hold back, he leaned in to kiss her once more.
Tang Lan Yan responded with fervent passion, their deep affection flowing between them. As they lingered in this tender embrace, Li Dong began to notice that Tang Lan Yan's body was starting to grow hot once again. "Mmm~"
"Haa… ah…"
Tang Lanyan began to pant softly; the flicker of clarity in her beautiful eyes was once again swallowed by a hazy, dazed expression.
Li Dong knew full well that this was the result of what his uncle had done to Lanyan. He would certainly make his uncle pay the price, but for now, his priority was to cure Lanyan.
He knew exactly what needed to be done. Since this was the effect of a "drug," it could—and must—be purged from her system. And there was only one way to go about it…
He carried Tang Lanyan to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide apart.
Tang Lanyan's body was firm and supple. With no resistance from her, her beautiful legs opened with ease, forming a perfect split along the edge of the bed.
The sight was dizzyingly beautiful—a straight, unbroken line stretching from the rounded tops of her thighs down to her delicate, rosy bare feet. Where her glutes met her thighs, the muscles stood out, defined by clear, sculpted contours.
The tendons along the inner thighs were pulled taut, while the firm, rounded musculature flowed gracefully down to her shapely knees. Her calves were full yet slender—notably longer than those of an average woman.
At the end of her slender legs, her bare feet were arched, creating an alluring, soft-pink curve. Fine tendons stood out slightly, tracing elegant lines toward her upturned big toes and the delicate, jade-like toes curled gracefully beside them.
Lanyan never painted her toenails, yet each small, rounded nail glowed with a remarkably healthy, enchanting cherry-pink hue—perfectly uniform and neatly shaped, from the largest to the smallest.
But at this moment, Li Dong had no energy to spare for such admiration. As the thighs spread wide, the beauty hidden between them was fully revealed. The mons pubis resembled a freshly steamed white bun, adorned with a neat, sparse patch of dark, downy hair—soft as fine grass, tapering from a wider top to a narrow base in an inverted triangle.
No larger than a thumb, this patch looked as if it had been delicately sketched onto the snow-white mound, serving as the most exquisite embellishment upon that pristine, rounded landscape.
Below, the vulva appeared plump and oval—much like a soft, white bun sliced in half and pressed back together. The outer labia, with their distinct, fleshy curves, hugged the tops of the thighs; their edges were remarkably thick, reminiscent of tightly pursed lips, layered in subtle, nuanced folds.
From the smooth, snow-white fullness of the outer edges to the delicate, peach-pink creases tucked within, and the pale, translucent, membrane-like pink of the inner labia—everything unfurled as the legs were pulled apart, revealing a soft, creamy, and rosy-hued expanse.
Nestled between the labial folds lay a strip of lace. As it was pulled, thin, erotic white threads stretched between the fabric and the flesh; the portion of the lace embedded within the folds was already thoroughly soaked and discolored.
Unable to resist, Li Dong reached out and hooked the lace, pulling it gently outward. Instantly, fine white strands stretched out, connecting the lace to the labia.
The folds of the lace, saturated with moisture, were packed with a thick, creamy, white substance—resembling milk that had been lightly stirred, yet possessing a subtle, translucent quality, much like the succulent, nectar-like pulp of a lychee.
The air was suddenly filled with a thick, warm, and humid scent—a heady, musky, and intoxicating aroma, reminiscent of delicate, decaying orchids. The scent was exceptionally vivid and intense—reminiscent of the sap crushed from fresh, burgeoning buds, yet also evocative of newly tanned leather. Beneath its faint, musky, animalistic undertone lay a crisp, cool clarity, laced with an exotic fragrance akin to orchid and musk—at once faintly sharp and pungently provocative.
It stirred an impression that this was a viscous, fresh, honey-like nectar—pressed and wrung from the very depths of a robust, youthful body until it seeped out as a rich, pulpy paste. It carried a vitality so potent it left one agape, and an air of eroticism so intense it stole one's very breath…