Seeing Damien Gray remain silent, Morgan Shangguan grew even angrier. "You know you can't just take medicine on a whim, yet you always act recklessly. What, do you think life’s too easy for you and you need some trouble?"
Damien Gray was taken aback, then couldn't help the smile tugging at his lips. So, she was this angry because she cared for him? The anxious knot in his heart quietly unraveled. He had truly feared he’d gone too far this time, and Morgan Shangguan would withdraw from him because of it.
Morgan Shangguan’s place in his heart was far more important than he’d ever imagined.
Seeing Morgan Shangguan still fuming, Damien Gray quickly pulled her into his arms and vowed softly, "It won’t happen again."
Morgan Shangguan had only just started to calm down when she heard him mutter, "It’s not all my fault! If you hadn’t refused to give in, I wouldn’t have had to take such drastic measures."
Morgan Shangguan snorted coldly. "Oh, so you think you’re justified now?"
Damien Gray sensibly shook his head. "No..." Then his hands began to wander again as he complained, voice full of wounded longing, "Morgan, I feel awful..." His intentions were written all over his face.
Morgan Shangguan let out a soft snort; her lips curved into a teasing smile as she glanced at him, eyes dancing between amusement and mockery. "Who told you an aphrodisiac can only be resolved this way?"
"Huh?" Damien Gray’s face fell. "Morgan, you’re not going to make me soak in cold water, are you? I’ll catch a chill."
"If you get sick, you deserve it!" She tried to push him away, but Damien Gray held her tightly and wouldn't let go. Left with no choice, Morgan Shangguan discreetly summoned a Little Reaper—one of the minor spirits she could command—then instructed Susie Yun to prepare hot water and medicinal herbs.
Damien Gray was never one to let a good opportunity slip by. Whenever he found a chance, he seized it. Morgan Shangguan, her face dark, had to fend off his relentless kisses while keeping an eye on his wandering hands, leaving her flustered and overwhelmed.
Susie Yun and Ryan Ouyang walked in and saw the scene. Morgan Shangguan didn't care about their reactions and quickly said, "Just leave it there, Susie. Go to the courtyard and pick a few flowers." The aphrodisiac wasn't too difficult to resolve, but what worried her now were Damien Gray's possible aftereffects. She wasn't sure if this would help, but she had to try.
Once everything was ready, Susie Yun and Ryan Ouyang quietly left the room.
The room was filled with steam, the air thick with the scent of medicine. Damien Gray's heavy breathing echoed in her ears, his hot breath tickling her neck, and the places he'd kissed felt feverish.
Morgan Shangguan nudged the head nestled in the crook of her neck and said helplessly, "Stop fooling around. Take off your clothes!"
Damien Gray clung to her, acting spoiled. "You help me." Although he was truly uncomfortable, his mood had never been better!
Morgan Shangguan rolled her eyes, wrapped her arms around his waist, and reached behind him, quickly undoing the hidden clasp on his belt and removing his clothes. She pointed her chin at the large bath barrel to the side and said, "Get in."
Damien Gray didn't move. Instead, he fixed his gaze on her face, studying her intently. Morgan Shangguan raised an eyebrow. "What are you looking at?" Was his self-control too strong? How could someone under the influence of an aphrodisiac have the leisure to scrutinize others? But after glancing at his very obvious physical reaction, Morgan was certain he'd really been drugged. She trusted her medical skills—even if this wasn't her specialty, she could still tell when someone had taken an aphrodisiac.
After sizing her up for a while, Damien Gray asked dejectedly, "Morgan, is my figure really that bad?" He glanced down at himself—he thought he looked just fine.
Morgan Shangguan couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. Was he still worried about his figure? Could he still be hung up on that previous misunderstanding?
"You have the best figure—now get in!" That was no exaggeration. Martial artists tended to have well-proportioned bodies, but Damien Gray was flawless: not an ounce of excess, skin smooth as jade, like a perfect work of art. Add to that his stunning, impeccable face, and he was simply born to be a heartbreaker.
Obediently, Damien Gray stepped into the bath barrel, then asked in disbelief, "Then why do I seem to have no effect on you? Can't you even blush? Otherwise, I'd really feel like I'm just a tree or a rock."
Morgan Shangguan replied calmly, "Even if figures vary, aren't they all more or less the same?"
Damien Gray was speechless. What a strange idea. Then, his face darkened as he asked, "How do you know they're the same? Have you seen others?"
Morgan Shangguan raised an eyebrow. "So what if I have?" She walked behind him, her hand gliding over his back, lips curling in a smile and eyes sparkling with amusement. "I've seen plenty!" Not just naked men—she'd seen countless severed limbs and bodies in her medical work.
Damien Gray's body stiffened, forgetting to argue about whether she'd seen others. He gritted his teeth and reminded her, "Morgan, I've been drugged." Did she really think his self-control was that strong?
Morgan Shangguan snorted. "Want to soak in cold water instead?"
At her words, Damien Gray fell silent. He could feel the subtle force in her hands and understood what Morgan Shangguan was doing. But he'd really drunk a whole bowl of the stuff! Now, with every touch, he couldn't control the heat surging through his body. His grip on the bath barrel tightened. Morgan frowned and said softly, "Bear with it."
If not for the bath barrel between them, Morgan Shangguan would have been pressed right against Damien Gray's back. A faint fragrance drifted into the air, and Damien's breathing grew heavier. Now he truly understood what it meant to suffer the consequences of one's own actions.
Finally, Morgan Shangguan withdrew her hand, took the Blue Mist Blossom Susie Yun had set aside, and squeezed a few drops of its juice into the bath barrel.
Though Damien Gray was still soaking in hot water, he felt a cool sensation seep into his skin, gradually easing the burning heat inside him.
Morgan Shangguan watched his reactions closely and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Seeing Damien Gray shake his head, Morgan Shangguan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed her remedy had worked. She sat down nearby, poured herself a cup of tea, and began to sip it slowly, ignoring him.
Gradually, Damien Gray relaxed, leaning against the bath barrel and staring at her. Morgan Shangguan glanced at him and said coolly, "I still haven't admitted defeat!"