Chapter 319: The Girl Drinks the “Spiked” Tea 

Su Nian extended both hands and carefully accepted the teacup.

“Thank you… Master.”

She lowered her head, using her long lashes to conceal the almost overflowing smugness in her eyes.

The horned demon bastard had actually poured tea for her with his own hands.

This wasn’t just a cup of tea.

This was the bugle call of her counterattack—the crucial first step in her “taming the horned demon” plan!

Su Nian brought the rim of the cup to her lips and took a small sip.

The warm tea slid down her throat into her stomach, and a wave of warmth instantly spread through her limbs.

The rich fragrance of black tea filled her mouth, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible strange sweetness.

The flavor… seemed a little sweeter than the tea she usually brewed herself.

Was it an illusion?

Su Nian didn’t dwell on it.

Perhaps because this cup had been poured personally by the horned demon, the joy of victory made the tea taste even better.

She cradled the teacup, her mood indescribably wonderful.

Her small feet, dangling beneath the sofa, began to sway gently of their own accord, tracing delighted little arcs.

As she savored this hard-won “fruit of victory” sip by sip, her mind raced ahead, rapidly sketching out the blueprint for what came next.

Step one: get him to exempt her from maid duties—success.

Step two: make him serve her tea and water—huge success!

So step three… would be having him massage her shoulders and pound her legs.

Step four—

Su Nian’s thoughts drifted farther and farther, and the curve of her lips grew wider and wider.

Beside her, Chu Tian simply watched in silence.

He leaned against the back of the sofa, arms crossed over his chest. 

In his dark eyes reflected the girl’s stunning face, flushed with smug triumph.

The playful smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.

Su Nian drained the last sip from the cup, let out a contented little sigh, and her chest rose and fell slightly with the motion.

She set the empty cup steadily back on the tea table with a crisp, light clink.

All right—time to enjoy the fruits of victory was over.

Time to press the advantage and strike while the iron was hot.

She gathered her emotions, preparing to use an even more coquettish, more pitiful tone to request what might be considered a “reward”—a foot massage—

But right at that moment.

A strange, scorching heat erupted without warning from deep in her lower abdomen.

The surge was like a wildfire just ignited—starting as a slow, small flicker, yet in the blink of an eye it roared outward with unstoppable ferocity, racing through her limbs.

“Hm?”

Su Nian’s body abruptly went weak. 

She sank uncontrollably deeper into the sofa, nearly sliding straight onto the carpet.

For an instant her vision blurred.

Everything in her sight grew hazy and began to spin.

The halo of the crystal chandelier melted into vague patches of light; the expensive Persian carpet’s patterns twisted into bizarre vortices.

Only—

Only the man beside her, that tall and upright figure, remained extraordinarily sharp amid the distorted world.

Sharply, excessively so.

As though the entire world had become an out-of-focus backdrop, and he alone was the sole point of focus.

His chiseled features appeared deep and alluring in the soft light.

The unusually high bridge of his nose cast a shadow that gave his profile even greater definition.

The simple black silk night robe he wore hung loosely open at the collar. 

With each rise and fall of his breathing, one could faintly glimpse the smooth, powerfully explosive lines of solid muscle beneath.

Su Nian’s breath caught sharply.

She had to admit… the Horned Demon Lord really was… rather… good-looking.

The thought had barely surfaced when her mind went completely blank.

Then more images flooded in, beyond her control.

The man before her, defeating her again and again with schemes and strength…

Him descending from the sky when the floating fortress fell, catching her from ten thousand meters up…

Him… on countless nights…

All at once.

Strange, shocking emotions—ones she herself found horrifying and unacceptable—surged inside the girl’s mind.

Mmm…

Something’s wrong!

What was happening to her?

Why did this bastard suddenly seem so handsome? 

Why was her heart pounding out of control?

Was it really because she had treated over a thousand people today, exhausted her magic, and was now so tired she was hallucinating?

Su Nian clenched her delicate white fist and rapped it hard against her dizzy head, trying to force clarity.

In truth, it wasn’t entirely Su Nian’s fault for not suspecting the tea.

After all, she had personally selected these tea leaves and brewed this pot herself.

She was the one who had insisted on drinking it—so naturally she never imagined the tea could be the problem.

Who could have guessed that the man right in front of her had used space magic to slip something into the teapot right under her nose?

So shameless!

At the same time.

Aside from the dizziness and the strange filter clouding her vision, that scent—aggressive, saturated with raw masculine pheromones—was suddenly magnified infinitely, tyrannically seizing every one of her senses.

An indescribable throb shot straight to the crown of her head.

“Mmm…”

A coquettish sound—completely beyond her control—slipped from between the girl’s lips.

Her mind was blank.

Every inch of her skin began to burn.

Beneath her fair complexion, her blood roared and blazed.

“So… so hot…”

She murmured unconsciously as wave after wave of sudden heat dissolved her reason inch by inch.

Her fingers moved of their own accord, tugging roughly at her collar.

The stellar long dress—symbol of supreme glory—was torn open with a violent yank, seeking even the slightest trace of cool relief.

The motion revealed the black silk bodysuit she wore underneath.

The sacred pale-blue gown slipped halfway down, exposing large swathes of pure, seductive black.

A feverish, inviting flush bloomed across her otherwise pristine face.

Two utterly opposing extremes—sacred nobility and sultry temptation—coexisted on the girl’s body at the same moment, creating a breathtaking, heart-stopping contrast.

The darkness in Chu Tian’s eyes instantly thickened until it seemed impenetrable.

He watched as the girl’s sky-blue eyes gradually lost focus, misting over with shimmering water.

He watched her body twist gently, unable to endure the unbearable heat.

This unguarded, genuine display was far more lethal than any of her previous deliberate seductions.

“Still… still so hot.”

Su Nian squinted, her moist vermilion lips parting and closing unconsciously.

Instinct drove her to seek the source of coolness.

Like a lost little animal, she instinctively pressed closer to the only presence nearby.

The cool silk of his night robe touched her scalding skin.

‘So good.’

The girl let out a satisfied sigh and molded herself completely against him, rubbing shamelessly for more.

‘So the Master’s body felt this comfortable.’ The muddled thought flashed through her chaotic mind.

Greedily absorbing the coolness, she clumsily peeled off the cumbersome stellar long dress.

The magnificent gown slid to the floor, pooling into a nebula of deep blue starlight.

Now wearing only the black bodysuit that clung to and outlined every curve of her body, she pressed herself defenselessly against the man beside her.

As though sensing something unusual, the girl’s soft waist shifted in his arms, as if she had felt something foreign.

“Huh?”

She lifted dazed eyes, a childlike innocence and confusion in them.

“Why does Master bring a weapon even when he’s with me…”

“That’s too much—are you suspecting me?”