In the hotel.

Staring at Frise who reappeared and the 20-odd-year young man who was holding a needle in his hand, Li Qinghao tried to calm himself down, “What are you doing?”

"This is TRKS, a virus developed by T organization. It can remain latent for 49 days in human body. Pathogens will take effect after 49 days. When the time comes, human body heat will accelerate its spread through human blood. 49 days later, blood vessel will explode as the virus piled up to a certain amount. By then…"

"Antidote." Li Qinghao cut her off.

"There are three steps to give you the antidote. For step one, which means 49 days later, when pathogens start to take effect, I will give you a third antidote, which can retrain it from taking effect but on one condition. You will have a relationship with Keqi by then. I don't care if it is true or not, but I need evidence. At the second step, when the virus started to take effect after another 49 days, your whole body aches and itches. I will give you the second third of antidote, but under the premise that Keqi will become the king of Leiluo. During the process, you won’t feel the pain and itchiness. But the virus will spread as it is supposed to be. The final one third of antidote will cure you. When you take it, you will be clean and healthy. But my condition is that Keqi has to hand over the crown to me before that.” Frise made herself very clearly. Li Qinghao’s heart got upset by this canny, prudent woman.

"I don't care if it's true between you two and I don't care what you and Keqi are up to. I know you will help me because you have your own plan, won't you?" asked Frise, smiling.

"You are right." Li Qinghao said seriously.

Later when he was taken outside, he realized he was at a hotel.

He stood at the gate of the hotel. A sports car drove upward him and stopped right before him. The man jumped out of the car was someone he didn’t expect.

The rain dropped on both of them but they just stood there, looking at each other.

“Follow me.” A few seconds later, Nancheng Lie dragged Li Qinghao in the car.

It was quiet in the car. But the rain still continued.

Nancheng Lie was not a quiet person. He gave a few glimpse at Li Qinghao who fell asleep. He pulled over to watch him closely.

He was as good-looking as usual, except that he was more pale and masculine.

You are eventually a man. Nancheng Lie thought.

He frowned pretty tightly even in sleep. Was something bothering him? Was he having a nightmare?

“Are you familiar with me as well?” He remembered what he said the other night.

He didn’t lose his memory. But if he didn’t, how could he be so different?

Without noticing, he reached for him. When he came to senses, the man opened his eyes and looked at him calmly. His hand was trying to rub his eyebrows so as to comfort him.