In a room at the far end of the second floor of Yixiang House, a burly man heads toward the bed. Looking at the beauty within arm's reach, whom he has drugged, he mutters, "You're so intoxicating."
One second, two seconds, three seconds, Liu Yao'er silently counts.
The man's footsteps suddenly stop. He spits out a mouthful of blood and sees the person on the bed slowly raise her eyes to look at him. His eyes widen. "You... you have some nerve."
"You didn't even know you'd been poisoned, Young Master Yin. Are you really that stupid?" Liu Yao'er playfully twirls a tassel on the bed curtain.
"You hurt me! My father will have you thrown in jail!" the man roars.
Liu Yao'er furrows her brow, annoyed, and rubs her ear. She walks up to the man, who can barely stand, and whispers in his ear, "What was that? Jail? Are you sure you're not the one who belongs there?"
"You... you..." In the end, the man could not get another word out.
The front may be a mess.