Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

"Zhao, I have a better idea for the ending. Let's meet at the Dolder Hotel in an hour. I recently had a fight with my husband and we're staying there."

In the evening, Ling Zhao received a message from his tutor.

The final project he is currently working on does have some unsatisfactory aspects.

He has recently been traveling back and forth between Zurich and London due to his mother's unstable condition. The progress of his thesis has been very slow, so he has to hurry up.

Ling Zhao changed his shoes at the entrance.

He opened the shoe cabinet and saw several pairs of shoes given to him by Ji Lin.

All of them are limited edition worldwide.

What he has, Ji Lin also has.

And for some reason, Ji Lin gave him seven pairs of shoes, but every time they met, he would wear the same shoes.

Every time, Ling Zhao's heart would beat fast.

"Are you going out?" The nanny heard the noise and came out from the kitchen.

Ling Zhao hummed and took out a pair of white shoes from the shoe cabinet. "I made an appointment with my tutor at the last minute. I'm sorry I didn't tell you in advance."

"It's okay, just drive slowly."

Ling Zhao put on his shoes, opened the door and went out.

It was getting colder in Zurich, and he barely felt warm enough by wearing a shirt and a cardigan.

He checked the time. It would take less than half an hour to get to the Dolder Hotel from here, which was plenty of time. He kept the car at a leisurely speed.

He knew that in the past, whenever the mentor and her husband had a fight, they would stay at the Dolder Hotel for a few days.

His mentor is a very romantic and intellectual middle-aged woman who has many friends and is knowledgeable.

When Ling Zhao arrived at the hotel, his mentor smiled and opened the door for him, saying, "I saw on the news that there was a bit of traffic jam today. I thought you would be late."

"The route I took is fine." Ling Zhao followed him in.

It is a luxury suite.

The instructor brought a bottle of red wine over and gestured to Ling Zhao to invite him in. "I just happened to be in need of someone to have dinner with me, so I chose this time. Is it inconvenient?"

"No, you're too polite." Ling Zhao took a seat.

The instructor's smile deepened.

But when she was about to pour wine for Ling Zhao, Ling Zhao politely blocked her way and said, "I drove here."

The instructor said regretfully: "Oh, that's true. Can I have some soda water?"

Ling Zhao nodded.

The instructor placed a glass of soda water in front of him. After they both sat down, they enjoyed their dinner while chatting about the topic.

There are several viewpoints that coincide with what Ling Zhao thought after he returned.

Ling Zhao was fascinated by what he heard and took a sip of the soda water beside him.

The instructor glanced at the glass of soda and said with a smile, "I wish you good results on your thesis."

She picked up the red wine glass and touched the glass in Ling Zhao's hand.

"Thank you for helping me." Ling Zhao drank half a glass of soda water.

The tutor asked him if the meal tonight was delicious.

Ling Zhao didn't know if it was because he didn't take a nap, but now he felt a little sleepy.

He blinked and was about to speak when he suddenly felt as if a flame was burning inside his body.

It came with such force that it burned all over his limbs in an instant.

Ling Zhao was shocked.

So unusual!

He looked at the mentor sitting opposite him, who was looking at him with a gentle smile, no different from before.

But the abnormality in his body became clearer and stronger.

Like a raging fire, it would burn him to death.

"Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Ling Zhao frowned and picked up the soda water beside him to take a sip to calm his nerves.

But the moment he picked up the soda water, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the blood color on his face disappeared in an instant.

Do not……

impossible!

But he didn't eat anything unusual today, the only difference was this dinner.

What does the mentor want to do?

Ling Zhao didn't dare to think about it at all. He had to leave this place as soon as possible.

He held the cup tightly in his hand, but put it down without making a sound, pretending to take out his phone from his bag and take a look at it, "Sorry, teacher, I have something to do at home, so I may have to leave first."

"Is it so urgent?" The tutor stood up and wanted to see him off.

Ling Zhao dug his fingernails tightly into his palms, trying to keep himself awake, but the more he reminded himself, the harder it became. It felt as if a wild beast deep inside his body was trying to break free from its cage.

He tugged at the collar of his shirt, and suddenly realized that this would loosen the collar. He clutched the buttons tightly, exhaled, and said, "I'm leaving first."

He turned around and tried his best to control his pace so as not to let his instructor notice any clues.

However, as soon as he took a step, his feet felt like they were stepping on a ball of cotton and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

So hot……

He lowered his head, and the hot sweat on his forehead wet his hair.

She heard her tutor's "concerned" voice behind her, and she caught up with him.

Ling Zhao couldn't help but quicken his pace and grasped the door handle of the hotel room.

But the moment he opened the door, his whole body froze.

"Ling Zhao, we meet again."

The man outside the door looked at him with an evil smile.

Ling Zhao was panting.

It turned out to be Zhong Li!

Zhong Li looked at Ling Zhao, whose face was flushed due to the effect of the drug, whose hair was soaked with sweat and whose eyelashes were drooping and trembling. He looked so pitiful and made people want to love him dearly.

"Ling Zhao, are you feeling unwell?"

Zhong Li took a step closer with ill intentions.

Ling Zhao stepped back subconsciously, gritted his teeth, and shouted angrily: "Don't come over here!"

"How can I make you happy if I don't come over?"

Zhong Li laughed.

Ling Zhao was controlled by drugs, and his strength was drained away from his body bit by bit. He was no match for Zhong Li.

"Come here!" Zhong Li pulled his wrist and pressed him against his chest. He lowered his head and took a deep breath into his neck, "You smell so good, Ling Zhao."

"Let me go!"

Ling Zhao bit his lip, but the sound that came out was not only hoarse, but also had a sense of fragility and pity.

As if addicted, he sniffed from Ling Zhao's neck to his ears, and rubbed his nose against Ling Zhao's small earlobe, "Even here, it's so cute."

Zhong Li sighed, "Ling Zhao, I liked you when I was in high school. I didn't know I liked men before, but after you left, I realized something was wrong with me. I started to get in touch with men, but I would vomit for several days after I touched a man. I would look for someone who looked like you, but I would still vomit and feel nauseous. It wasn't until I met you again that all my uncomfortable symptoms disappeared. Ling Zhao, please love me."

Zhong Li grabbed Ling Zhao's hand and put it against his face, like a puppy seeking comfort.

Ling Zhao's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the temperature in his palms was extremely hot.

Zhong Li smiled and whispered in his ear: "I also used a similar drug as you, Ling Zhao, we will both be very happy tonight!"