It was a room with a light blue hue, decorated in a simple and artistic style, with black and white portraits of physicist Richard Feynman and Carl Jung on the walls.
This is probably the only connection Ning Bingyu has that reveals he came from a scientific research background.
She turned around and lay wearily on the soft bed, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Everything in the apartment made her feel suffocated. Ning Bingyu's omnipresent presence was like an invisible net, tightly enveloping her and making her feel restless.
In this state of extreme exhaustion, tossing and turning, she drifted off to sleep.
In her half-awake state, she seemed to be enveloped by the faint, indistinct sounds of men and women exchanging toasts and laughter.
The dream returned, and she was back in the dark storage room from the previous night.
A vaguely familiar, deep voice sounded in her ear. She tried to break free in a panic, but like a moth drawn to a flame, she succumbed again and again.
His aura, his warmth, his dominance—all transformed into invisible chains, binding her tightly.
Every touch felt like a sensory stimulation amplified tenfold.
She instinctively wanted to retreat, but found herself completely trapped.
His fingertips lightly brushed across her back, carrying a chill, like a dangerous death warrant.
She struggled fiercely, her vest soaked with sweat, only to be met with his panting and mocking laughter.
Hot breaths, close embrace—she desperately wanted to escape, yet her body seemed bewitched.
With a mixture of humiliation and anger, she tilted her head back and bit his Adam's apple in resentment and resentment.
He neither resisted nor withdrew, but simply held her slender waist: "Chu Hongyu..."
His voice was still hoarse with desire.
She was annoyed and frustrated, and directly sealed his lips with hers: "Don't... call me that!"
The next second, he clicked his tongue softly, then kissed her lips back with a hint of punishment.
This kiss was devoid of tenderness and affection; it was a ruthless act of plunder.
She felt as if she had fallen into a muddy, deep pool, being pulled deeper and deeper, unable to escape.
So much so that her hand unconsciously slid down to his waist, trying to take control of him, but the man grabbed her slender wrist in the next second.
"Chu Hongyu, you really dare to do that." Ning Bingyu's voice trembled slightly, but quickly turned into a cold mockery.
She woke up suddenly, and the moment she opened her eyes, the dim, golden light of the setting sun seeped in through the gap in the curtains.
Only when her gaze focused on the chest in front of her did she suddenly realize—she was straddling the man's long, slender legs in a very seductive pose!
Chu Hongyu's body froze into a block of ice, and her brain completely shut down!
Chu Hongyu's face and ears burned with heat, and she stammered, "I...I was dreaming...I...no...I didn't mean to!"
Ning Bingyu released her wrist and straightened her tie, which she had pulled askew: "So your dream was this terrifying."
This nonchalant mockery made Chu Hongyu feel embarrassed and try to get off her boss.
In the instant she moved, she bumped into the very energetic young boss. She froze instantly, instinctively raising her eyes to glare at her boss.
Ning Bingyu narrowed his peach blossom eyes and said without dodging or avoiding the question, "Chu Hongyu, you're clinging to me like this, and you expect me to have no reaction? Isn't that a bit too much?"
Chu Hongyu's face flushed red, and she bounced backward, almost falling headfirst into the dirt.
Ning Bingyu grabbed her with lightning speed: "Do you have Alzheimer's or Parkinson's today? You keep falling down!"
The familiar sharp tongue instantly dispelled any romantic ambiguity.
Chu Hongyu, both embarrassed and annoyed, changed the subject: "What dementia! I was frightened by the young master. When did you come in?!"
Ning Bingyu easily pulled her back and replied calmly, "I was originally going to wake you up, but as soon as I opened the door, you pinned me down here and started doing some insubordinate things."
The man spoke casually, but made no attempt to hide his malicious mockery.
Chu Hongyu glared at him in shame and anger, but then she saw a faint tooth mark on his Adam's apple!
In an instant, she was struck dumb—this was no dream!
Looking at her expression, Ning Bingyu felt inexplicably good.
He casually took off his gold-rimmed glasses, which were stained with her lipstick, and wiped the lenses: "Your dream was indeed more 'outrageous' than I thought. It seems to be a side effect of the medication."
Chu Hongyu was taken aback. Drug side effects?
Ning Bingyu put his glasses back on and slowly stood up: "If the body is too out of control, we should still get it checked out."
Chu Hongyu wasn't sure if Ning Bingyu was being unusually kind and giving her a way out, or if he genuinely believed it.
But having a way out is better than having none, and it's better than being so embarrassed that she wanted to jump off a building.
She coughed lightly: "Okay... um."
Ning Bingyu looked at her and chuckled lightly before getting up.
...
Upon arriving at the hospital, Chu Hongyu realized that Ning Bingyu was clearly not joking.
At Queen Mary Hospital, sponsored by the Ning family, doctors had already prepared all the necessary examinations for them.
A few hours later, after receiving the test results, the doctor looked at the two people in the VIP consultation room, hesitant to speak.
"Dr. Wang, please speak frankly about your questions," Ning Bingyu said calmly.
The doctor adjusted his glasses, carefully choosing his words: "Both of you are physically fine, and the loss of consciousness was only temporary. However, the candle contained a special hallucinogenic drug from South America, similar to... well, some kind of aphrodisiac. The residual dose in your bodies was quite high, so there may be some aftereffects."
Ning Bingyu frowned slightly: "Are there any aftereffects? Will it affect my health?"
Dr. Wang coughed lightly: "No, because of your efforts all night... a lot of the drug has been metabolized. But according to some foreign data we have investigated, there will still be some residual drug properties, and it will take some time to metabolize."
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and Chu Hongyu's mind went completely blank.
Because of their hard work all night?!
The drug is metabolized relatively well...
Chu Hongyu wasn't stupid; she immediately realized the implication in the doctor's words.
Instantly, the tips of her ears became burning hot; she could almost hear the sound of blood flowing through the veins in her ears!
Ning Bingyu calmly pressed the frame of his glasses on his nose: "What side effects might the residual medication have?"
Dr. Wang continued coughing: "Cough cough... Well, in the next day or two, the side effects of the medication might be more pronounced... sexual arousal and sensitivity."
Chu Hongyu closed her eyes as she recalled the bold actions in her "dream".
Well, at least she felt a little comforted—it wasn't that she was crazy, but that the drugs were causing her to act abnormally!
Ning Bingyu glanced at Chu Hongyu, who was almost "ripe," a cryptic emotion flashing in his peach blossom eyes, and continued to ask, "Any other precautions?"
Dr. Wang continued coughing: "Cough cough... It would be best if you two didn't use these kinds of aphrodisiacs in the future. Some of the contraband from underground laboratories in South America may seem very effective, but they can be addictive if used in excess."
Chu Hongyu instinctively wanted to say, "We didn't use it on purpose..."
Ning Bingyu nodded, interrupting her, "Okay, thank you, Dr. Wang. Can we go now?"
The doctor, clearly fulfilling his professional duty, continued, "Young Master has a bit more medication residue; let's give him an IV drip to help it metabolize slowly."
Chu Hongyu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked towards Ning Bingyu's crotch.
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