His lips, however, were cool and sweet, as if he had drunk some kind of beverage.

Shang Wu sensed something was wrong, opened her eyes, and found that Lu Rang's gaze had changed.

Domineering, brewing a storm, with a predatory desire hidden deep in his eyes.

Shang Wu was startled and immediately pushed him away.

"What's wrong, Lu Rang?"

Lu Rang took a step back, and the sudden withdrawal left him feeling lost and dejected.

He clenched his fists and said in a hoarse voice, "I... I feel like something's not right."

Shang Wu stepped forward to help him, grasping his wrist: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lu Rang turned his head and stared at the hand that was holding his.

The temperature of skin touching skin evoked a tremor deep within the soul.

The deepest impulse in his heart was stirred up, and Lu Rang immediately bit his tongue, the pain making him a little more awake: "I don't know, after I fell ill I don't know how I got here, and then a woman knocked on the door and brought me a drink, and I drank a few sips."

Is there something wrong with the drink?

Shang Wu turned around and quickly walked to the table, picking up the bottle of beverage.

It's a pink liquid with no brand label.

She was getting anxious and blurted out in her worry, "How could you drink a beverage given to you by a strange woman? What if it's poisoned?"

Hearing her accusatory tone, Lu Rang's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice, "I didn't let her see me. I was feeling a bit dizzy from being sick at the time, and I knew I shouldn't drink beverages, but..."

He suppressed the surge of heat rising within him. "But that drink is cherry juice."

Shang Wu was taken aback.

"It's the flavor you like."

"It smells like you."

"I thought of you and wanted the illness to end quickly, so I drank it."

Lu Rang's voice grew softer and softer, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Shang Wu's heart skipped a beat, her brows furrowed slightly, and she felt a pang of heartache.

She went over and hugged Lu Rang, patted his back, and said in a soft voice, "I'm sorry, I was too anxious and my tone was wrong just now. Don't be afraid, I'll think of something."

Lu Rang gritted his teeth and pushed her away.

"Don't touch me."

He turned his back, clenched his fists, and said with difficulty, "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back."

Shang Wu was stunned.

She instantly understood what Lu Rang meant.

The drink contained such low-class stuff!

If not relieved in time, it can cause great harm to the body.

At this moment, Shang Wu wished she could kill that woman with her own hands. She immediately took out her phone and said, "I'll call Qian Jue and ask him to bring the doctor over. Just bear with it a little longer, it'll be quick."

Lu Rang nodded.

He sat on the sofa, his hands clasped together, trying to endure.

Shang Wu stood not far away watching him, and seeing his distress, she felt distressed as well.

The call connected, and she said coldly, "Bring the doctor over here! Lu Rang has had an attack and has been given some kind of weird drug. You must be here within half an hour!"

Qianjue was taken aback and pondered, "I'm in Wanhu, it will take three hours to get there. I will send a doctor from the city center, but that will probably take another hour! You should take the young master to take a cold shower to cool him down!"

A cold shower?

Shang Wu frowned deeply: "That will harm your health!"

"There's no other way, unless you make a sacrifice."

Qianjue hung up the phone.

Shang Wu gripped her phone tightly, speechless for a moment as she stared at the screen.

Lu Rang had already heard Qian Jue's words.

He pressed down on the coffee table and stood up: "There are showers in the lounge. I'm going to take a cold shower."

"No!" Shang Wu grabbed him, "This will hurt..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Rang suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, using their skin to press together to alleviate the effects of the medicine.

But this was no different from quenching thirst by admiring plum blossoms. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for the zipper on Shang Wu's dress.

Shang Wu could feel the heat emanating from his body and could also sense his desperate attempts to restrain himself, so she couldn't help but focus her gaze.

You cannot take a cold shower.

Lu Rang was already in the acute phase of his illness and was very vulnerable.

But if we don't do this, we won't be able to hold on either.

Shang Wu pursed her lips, her eyes darkening.

She cupped Lu Rang's face in her hands; it was incredibly hot.

"I'll help you relieve it."

Lu Rang shook his head, his voice hoarse: "No."

Shang Wu held him tightly, preventing him from moving: "It's okay, I'll help you, be good."

Lu Rang met her resolute gaze, a hint of self-reproach flashing in his own eyes.

This is a club filled with the smoke and alcohol, a melting pot of all sorts of people.

Just a door away, many people were there, eager to join in the fun and listen to what was happening inside.

Under these circumstances, he didn't want to touch Shang Wu.

Their first time shouldn't have been like this, shouldn't have been in this place.

This is disrespectful and unkind to Shangwu.

"no."

Lu Rang closed his eyes tightly and pushed Shang Wu away.

"I don't want to touch you in a place like this. I'm going to take a cold shower."

After he finished speaking, he walked quickly towards the lounge, pushed open the bathroom door, and suddenly stopped.

The lounge has only one sofa, which is for people to take a short break.

Therefore, the bathroom only contains a sink and a toilet.