"Sorry." Mo Siluo set down his wine glass, then headed straight for the restroom, washing his face with cold water, yet the internal heat not only failed to subside but seemed to burn even fiercer.
Mo Siluo shook his head, feeling dizzy. He realized that all the heat in his body was concentrating towards a certain part of his lower body, and he immediately understood that he might have been drugged.
Just as Mo Siluo opened the restroom door, he saw Zhuang Furong approaching: "Are you okay?"
Mo Siluo once again reached to adjust his tie, then squinted at Zhuang Furong, "I'm feeling a bit unwell, so I'm going to leave."
"Unwell? How about you rest in the lounge for a while?" Zhuang Furong said with a look of concern.
"That sounds good." Mo Siluo watched Zhuang Furong closely and slowly nodded. Finally, he followed her into the lounge.
Mo Siluo lay on the bed feeling even more lethargic, his body as if scorched by fire when suddenly, a cold hand was placed on his forehead...
