“Lin Mo, I want to…”
Hearing Chu You’s unconscious murmuring, Lin Mo’s body stiffened suddenly.
Not far behind him, Gu Qiancheng, who was about to step forward, also froze, standing dumbfounded and unsure of what to do.
Was this really necessary?
I’m a pure, solo-born man in my thirties—am I really becoming a part of your little game?
But Lin Mo had no time to care about Gu Qiancheng now.
The senior in this state was more… difficult to handle than ever before!
On the sickbed, Chu You wriggled like a fish out of water, moving unconsciously as if instinctively seeking the coolness and comfort she needed to survive.
She clutched Lin Mo’s arm tightly, her grip filled with a frantic insistence, as if trying to embed herself entirely in his embrace—or perhaps trying to pull him down onto the bed with her.
Lin Mo dared not look down at her, only stealing glances from the corner of his eyes—at this moment, Chu You’s cheeks were flushed, her entire body radiating an abnormal, feverish heat.
Especially when she unconsciously rubbed her burning body and cheeks against his arm, that strange, soft touch sent electric currents coursing through Lin Mo’s limbs.
His ears were the first to surrender, quickly flushed with the same scorching heat that radiated from Chu You, and this warmth surged irresistibly over his face and entire body.
This was how Xiao Chunan was—he’d be defeated in no time at all.
“Cough, cough…”
At that moment, two dry coughs sounded behind them.
Feeling increasingly out of place, Gu Qiancheng sensibly turned around, back facing the sickbed, his voice forced into a smile with a hint of awkwardness.
“Uh… junior, do you want me to disappear for a while? Give you guys some… private space?”
His words were like a bucket of cold water, snapping Lin Mo awake from the dizzying warmth and rapid heartbeat.
He quickly used his free hand to gently press down on Chu You’s restless shoulder, trying to calm her, his tone showing obvious urgency.
“Senior! Do you know Professor Zhao Fangzheng, the one who developed the chameleon drug?”
Gu Qiancheng stopped in his tracks, then nodded in understanding, slightly turning his head. “…Got it. Qingqian is having a reaction to the drug’s side effects, right?”
His tone instantly turned serious.
“I don’t know him, but don’t worry—I’ll contact someone now. It won’t take long!”
Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled out his phone, fingers flying across the screen.
“Hey, Lao Wang? Send your wife Weicha over to me.”
“…Hey, don’t curse, you misunderstood. I want to ask if she knows Professor Zhao Fangzheng!”
“Mm-hmm, got it, got it.”
“Sorry to bother you so late, sis. Straight to the point, do you know Professor Zhao Fangzheng?”
“Ah, alright… okay, okay. Then give me his number, thanks, sis.”
“Hello? Professor Chen? This is Gu Qiancheng. My sister-in-law Song Qiuyue gave me your number. Sorry to bother you—I believe you know Professor Zhao Fangzheng?”
“Ah, yes, yes… thank you, Professor Chen. Mm-hmm, okay.”
After a series of calls within ten minutes, Gu Qiancheng finally found Professor Zhao Fangzheng, the designer of the chameleon drug.
The elderly professor went to bed early, so Gu Qiancheng had to call four or five times before getting through.
On the other end, yawning irritably, Professor Zhao immediately started scolding before Gu Qiancheng could even speak.
“Who the hell is this? Calling at this hour—what the hell do you want?”
“Ahem…”
Gu Qiancheng, using speakerphone, was caught off guard by the outburst and decided to get straight to the point.
“Professor Zhao, sorry to bother you. I’m Gu Qiancheng… I want to ask how to alleviate the side effects after misusing the chameleon drug?”
Upon hearing this, Professor Zhao made a short, dismissive sound.
“You don’t say? I’d almost forgotten about that… Isn’t that stuff just like taking medicine? When side effects hit, just find your wife and shove it at her. Make a call!”
“No wife? Do it yourself. If that doesn’t work, spend some money at a KTV to find a girl to hug and kiss. That’ll do.”
“…”
Gu Qiancheng was speechless.
Often causing trouble for others with his abrasive personality, today he finally met an opponent he couldn’t defeat.
“Hello?” Professor Zhao shouted again.
“What are you waiting for? If you have nothing else, hang up. And don’t call me at night again. That’s it!”
With that, the call was abruptly ended.
Gu Qiancheng slowly put away his phone and walked silently toward the ward door.
Reaching the door, he stopped, hesitated, then turned to look at Lin Mo.
“Uh… I’m going out for some fresh air.”
Lin Mo didn’t reply, only watching Gu Qiancheng’s almost hurried exit.
The door clicked softly shut, and the room immediately sank into a strange silence, broken only by Chu You’s increasingly rapid, heated breaths and the pounding of Lin Mo’s own heart.
Her grip on his arm tightened, almost as if she wanted to embed herself into his flesh and blood.
Her restless legs kicked wildly, the blanket once neatly covering her tossed aside, revealing the faintly sweat-damp hospital gown beneath.
She recklessly clung to him, seeking more skin contact and solace for her desire.
At first, Lin Mo tried to control her unruly hands and feet; his palm touching her burning wrist skin was like touching something scalding, and he loosened his hold slightly.
He was afraid of hurting her and didn’t dare to grip firmly, but this cautious resistance only dragged them into a more tormenting stalemate.
Beads of sweat steadily trickled down Lin Mo’s temple—not just from the struggle, but from the relentless heat radiating from the woman in his arms, nearly igniting his sanity.
Breath unsteady, heartbeat chaotic.
Lin Mo was increasingly at a loss.
Facing this version of Chu You, he could no longer maintain his usual composure.
Just as he momentarily distracted himself, trying again to hold her restless arm.
“Ugh…”
Chu You suddenly furrowed her brows, emitting a short, sticky hum from her throat.
The tone carried unmistakable dissatisfaction mixed with an indescribable craving, like a heavy hammer of desire slamming into Lin Mo’s mind without warning.
His entire body stiffened instantly; all his movements halted for half a second.
In that moment of hesitation, Chu You finally found her opening and, like an octopus, completely broke through Lin Mo’s already fragile defenses, clinging tightly.
She released Lin Mo’s arm and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her burning cheeks pressed against his neck, restless legs winding around his waist, her entire body practically hanging on him.
Lin Mo froze completely; his blood seemed to rush to his head, ringing his ears.
The real, warm softness in his arms, coupled with Chu You’s heated breath invading his senses, threatened to burn away the last shred of his reason.
“Senior, please get down…”
Lin Mo’s voice was hoarse beyond measure as he slowly reached out, trying to lift Chu You off himself.
Yet, the more he tried, the tighter she clung.
“Whooosh—!”
A sharp whistle suddenly tore through the night sky.
Then, a loud boom—colorful fireworks exploded outside the window, their brilliant glow instantly lighting up the dim room and revealing Lin Mo’s somewhat bewildered face.
One bloom, two… more fireworks surged upward, bursting in endless succession, painting the night as bright as day.
The dazzling light danced and flickered in Lin Mo’s slightly raised pupils, reflecting ever-changing colors.
But the next moment, Those vibrant spots in his eyes suddenly froze, then shattered violently like ripples from a thrown stone.
His breath caught…
On his lips came a familiar, clear warmth, soft and burning.
Chu You lifted her face and kissed him without warning.
It was a brief, fleeting touch, like a dragonfly’s skim—contact and separation in an instant.
She was completely unaware that this kiss was more like a random provocation driven by instinct.
“Ugh…”
She let out a faint nasal sound, pulling back slightly.
Her cheeks glowed bright red in the firelight; her lips looked fuller and redder, slightly parted, silently tempting.
The string in Lin Mo’s mind called Reason snapped completely at that moment, along with the roaring fireworks outside.
What can be endured, what cannot?
Lin Mo licked the corner of his lips still tingling from that soft touch; the last flicker of resistance in his eyes was swept away by a rising tide of dark desire.
He looked at the dazed Chu You so close to him, his gaze finally locking onto those tempting lips.
No more hesitation.
With one hand, he firmly cupped the back of her head to prevent her from pulling away, the other wrapped around her waist, pressing her closer.
Then, with a decisive abandon…
He leaned down and kissed her!