Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

Zhou Lang noticed Li Zhigang’s lecherous muttering and immediately realized Li Mengxue had been drugged. He stood up suddenly but then quickly sat back down.

Considering the current situation, Li Mengxue was still safe. There was no need for him to barge in just yet. He needed to find the right moment.

“Li Mengxue, you’re the most elegant and beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I bet sleeping with you will be quite the experience. You won’t escape me tonight. I’m going to take a shower, and once the drug kicks in, I’ll have my fun with you,” Li Zhigang muttered, his lustful eyes lingering on Li Mengxue for a long moment before stripping off his clothes and heading to the bathroom.

Inside, Li Zhigang’s desire was already palpable. You could imagine how impatient he was. While showering, his mind filled with fantasies of Li Mengxue—of slowly undressing her and tossing her onto the bed, reveling in the thought of what was to come.

He finished his shower quickly, calculating that by now, Li Mengxue should be waking up and the drug should be taking effect. He was eager.

But when he stepped out of the bathroom, Li Mengxue was gone. Instead, a young man—around twenty-one years old, with short hair, a medium build, and slightly tanned skin—sat on the sofa. It was someone he had never seen before.

This man was none other than Zhou Lang. While Li Zhigang was in the shower, Zhou Lang broke into Room 807, took Li Mengxue to his room, and waited. There was no way Zhou Lang would let a scumbag like Li Zhigang touch a goddess-like figure like Li Mengxue.

“Who are you? What are you doing here? Where is Li Mengxue?”

Li Zhigang, now only in his underwear, was shocked and pointed at Zhou Lang.

“Li Zhigang, you beast in human clothing,” Zhou Lang said coldly, not bothering to rise from the sofa.

“Li Mengxue is gone, but I stayed behind to teach you a lesson, you bastard.”

“What’s your relationship with Li Mengxue? Why are you meddling in my business?”

Li Zhigang demanded, furious. Zhou Lang’s words made him realize his crime had been exposed. But he still acted like he had nothing to fear.

“It’s none of your business what my relationship with Li Mengxue is. I have a habit of teaching scum like you a lesson,” Zhou Lang replied, his anger rising.

“You bastard! Who the hell do you think you are? You dare break into my room? I’ll kill you!”

Li Zhigang, filled with rage, charged at Zhou Lang, grabbing an ashtray from the coffee table and swinging it at Zhou Lang’s head. From his aggression, it was clear he didn’t care if he killed someone.

Crack!

Zhou Lang didn’t even move from his seat. Instead, he grabbed Li Zhigang’s wrist in an instant, and with a sickening snap, broke it.

The ashtray fell as Zhou Lang shifted slightly to avoid it. Then, with a swift kick, he sent the ashtray flying into the wall, where it embedded itself without shattering.

“Ahhh!”

Li Zhigang screamed in agony.

“You drugged Li Mengxue, proving just how despicable you are. Consider this a warning—don’t ever bother her again, or the consequences will be unimaginable,” Zhou Lang said coldly.

“And stop screaming, or I’ll break your other hand too.”

Li Zhigang fell silent instantly.

“Who… who the hell are you? How dare you ruin my plans… Do you even know who I am? If you’ve got the guts, tell me your name!”

Li Zhigang stammered, trembling from the pain in his wrist.

“You don’t need to know who I am. I’m staying here tonight. I know you have connections with the owner of this place, so if you want to come after me, go ahead. But next time I see you, I won’t be as friendly as I am now.”

With that, Zhou Lang stood up, left Room 807, and returned to Room 808 without caring about Li Zhigang’s reaction.

“Who the hell is that guy, messing up my plans?”

Li Zhigang muttered to himself. He glanced at his broken wrist and the ashtray embedded in the wall, and a chill ran down his spine.

“Damn it. Whoever he is, no one’s tougher than a bullet. Tonight, I’m going to kill him,” he hissed, seething with hatred as he dialed his phone and left the room, likely heading to the hospital to get his wrist treated.

…

In Room 808, Li Mengxue had already woken up.

“Zhou Lang? How… how are you here?”

Li Mengxue asked, surprised but relieved to see Zhou Lang sitting next to her. She vaguely remembered being drugged by Li Zhigang but had no idea how Zhou Lang had gotten involved, as she had been unconscious when he carried her from Room 807.

“You were drugged by that bastard Li Zhigang. I happened to see you on the street, so I followed you here,” Zhou Lang explained briefly.

“So that’s what happened. Zhou Lang, thank you… I feel so hot… so hot…” Li Mengxue murmured, finally relaxing now that she knew she was safe. But within minutes, she felt an intense heat spreading through her body, an overwhelming urge to tear off her clothes.

“Sister Xue, are you okay?”

Zhou Lang asked, noticing the flush on her face. He suspected Li Zhigang had drugged her with an aphrodisiac.

“I’m so hot… Please… help me take off my clothes… I can’t stand it…”

Li Mengxue groaned, writhing on the bed like a seductive snake.

“Sister Xue, you’ve been drugged. Let me check your pulse and see how serious it is,” Zhou Lang said calmly, though her provocative movements were testing his self-control. He knew this wasn’t the time to get intimate. Aphrodisiacs like this often had severe side effects, and he needed to act fast.

But Li Mengxue didn’t seem to hear him. She kicked off her high heels, her body twisting seductively as her hands moved to caress her chest.

Zhou Lang’s eyes widened—the scene was far too intense.

And then it escalated. Li Mengxue began unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her upper body.

Realizing how dire the situation was, Zhou Lang snapped back to his senses. He grabbed one of her hands, intending to check her pulse.

But before he could, Li Mengxue suddenly flipped over and wrapped her arms around him, her fiery red lips pressing against his…