Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

She couldn't help but imagine the scene of Yaye and Kal'tsit hugging each other. Although it was weird, it was also interesting in a different way.

Who doesn’t love the master-disciple CP?

"Dr. Kal'tsit, you have a fever. Do you want to ask another doctor to see you? You and Yaye are really something. There should be a limit to being a workaholic. It will affect your life if you have a fever."

As I said, doctors will largely ignore their own physical condition when treating others. Kal'tsit spends much more time thinking about others than herself. She is not a god, just a powerful ordinary person, and it is normal for her to get sick.

The doctors who are still awake at this time are probably Hemer, Warfarin and Asan.

"I don't have a fever..."

Kal'tsit is in good health, but not completely normal.

She is not sick.

"I don't know what's going on... I feel like I've become weird. Ever since I drank the fruit juice you and Javier brought back from Sargon... I've become like this."

The incident happened an hour ago. Kal'tsit worked until late at night and was used to replenishing sugar at this time. There were several cans of juice that Gavial gave her in the refrigerator. She heard that Sargon's juice tasted good, so she took two of them, one with grape flavor and the other with apple flavor.

There were two cans lying in the trash can, and Feng Qingyu's heart skipped a beat.

This thing was very strange. She picked up the two jars and checked the icons on them. Sure enough, there was an icon of a beast of burden printed in a very hidden place.

This stuff is for beasts of burden to drink. How can a normal person endure it?

Thinking of the tragic experience in Sargon, Feng Qingyu is now extremely scared. She never thought that this day would come.

She didn't want to be forced by Kal'tsit to tell riddles all night.

In Victoria, Kal'tsit blocked the glass of wine for herself and almost opened a large-scale riddle forum. Now that she has drunk the juice specially for beasts of burden, she must speak freely, right?

However, this time she was going to talk about professional riddles related to medicine and biology, which Feng Qingyu didn't want to listen to for the time being.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, calm down... I'll find you something else to drink, sit down first."

Feng Qingyu is now also confused.

There was only frozen Colombian mineral water in the refrigerator, which seemed to be a gift from Yaye. Whatever it was, as long as it could stop Kal'tsit from telling riddles, it was worth a try.

"don't want……"

Kal'tsit was not interested in drinking water. She was hungry and wanted Feng Qingyu to make something to eat. Feng Qingyu's signature dish was the black dragon meat salad sauce seaweed roll. Several operators in Rhodes Island had tasted it and praised it highly.

She had been on the island for such a long time, but Kal'tsit hadn't tasted anything yet. It was said that drinking sour things would stimulate the appetite, and those juices were all sour drinks, and now she was very hungry.

"I want to eat your signature dish, now, immediately, right away..."

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder in the sky, and it started to rain heavily outside Longmen. At this time, it was raining heavily outside, so it was impossible to order takeout. The chef of Rhodes Island had gone to bed long ago, and no one could make food for Kal'tsit.

Feng Qingyu couldn't help but think of the trip to Victoria. Kal'tsit endured not eating for a whole night in order not to cause trouble for herself. Her expression was very painful. She herself also experienced how hungry she would be after drinking the beast of burden juice. She wanted to spend several hours to fill her stomach.

The opportunity to make the goddess happy is right before my eyes...

In a trance, Kal'tsit had come to her and hugged her.

"Hei Yu, I'll leave my midnight snack to you."

Then, there was a sweet kiss, the aroma of grape juice spread in the camp of taste buds and between lips and teeth. In order to reward her for making midnight snacks, Kal'tsit gave her some sweetness first.

Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier. The Hidden Dragon emerged from the abyss where it had been hiding, flashed past Rhodes Island, and hid in a nearby cave that could shelter from the rain.

This heavy rain caught everyone off guard.

Eighty-eight Winds Stop and Waves Calm

The heavy rain lasted all night and almost flooded the streets of Longmen. After spring, Longmen will usher in a rainy season of more than a month, and this heavy rain seemed to be the beginning of a long rainy season.

The dry farmland was nourished by the rain, accumulating momentum for future growth.

Strangely enough, it hasn’t rained in Longmen for a long time. The last time it rained was last year, which is almost two months ago.

For some people, the farmland in her family had not been watered for more than two hundred years. The water in the ground was dry and the soil was cracked. This sudden rain allowed the dead plants to drink up the rain water and regain vitality.

When the sudden rain stops and the sky is about to brighten, Longmen welcomes a new sunrise, and it is also a new day for Kal'tsit.

She tasted the midnight snack made by Feng Qingyu, which was better than anything she had eaten in Rhode Island. However, she ate it in a hurry last night and took a break in the office. She didn't have time to drink some water, so she felt very thirsty when she woke up.

I still feel a little dizzy, maybe it's caused by long-term lack of sleep.

"..."

He dragged his heavy body to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of mineral water given by his apprentice Yaye, drank half of it despite feeling sleepy, and then his consciousness gradually regained consciousness.

Her back and waist ached slightly, so she thought she might need to take a day off today.

She has almost completed the work assigned to her by Longmen University. She will teach students in the medical school the day after tomorrow morning and will have a day off tomorrow.

She had to stand all day during class, and she clearly remembered that she had maintained good physical strength, but why did she feel so tired now?

She returned to the inner office and soon found out what was going on. Feng Qingyu was also there, sleeping soundly in a corner of the room.

In the middle of the night, they made supper together. Feng Qingyu couldn't handle it alone, so she asked her to help. Then the two of them worked until almost dawn to make supper and ate it in a hurry.

Afterwards, Feng Qingyu felt very sleepy, so he went to rest in Kal'tsit's office, but he hasn't woken up yet.

"It's... two o'clock in the afternoon?"

This time is ridiculous, but eight hours of good sleep is barely achievable.

She lowered her head and smelled a mixture of strange odors - the smell of food on her body and her own sweat. She had to take a shower immediately.

Taking a shower means having to go back to the room, but Feng Qingyu hasn't woken up yet, and it would be difficult to explain if someone saw him.

"Hei Yu, wake up, come to my room, I have something to tell you."

Looking at the younger Drake, Kelsey felt mixed emotions. Once a special bond is formed, it is not easy to sever it.

Yysy, she didn't hate the process of forming a bond, but she didn't have the courage to face what would happen afterwards. She wasn't mentally prepared yet, and she was a little scared.

After all, the age difference is a big problem. There is a two-century age difference between them, and she was not rational enough when the incident happened.

In short, they needed a careful and long conversation.

Feng Qingyu was awakened by Kal'tsit. Her eyelids were so heavy that she could hardly open them. She knew a little about what happened that night. She wanted to refuse at first, but she couldn't resist Kal'tsit's firmness.

It is normal for people to be unable to resist the request of a beautiful lady right in front of them. Kal'tsit is the best among the beautiful ladies, so she can't refuse.

Kal'tsit, who was making midnight snacks with her, was particularly charming with her serious look, which left a deep impression on her.

Serious Kal'tsit and cold Kal'tsit are two completely different images, but each is particularly attractive.

"Good morning, Doctor Kal'tsit..."

Feng Qingyu's shoulders were hurting. In addition to the fatigue accumulated from work and various affairs, there was also a dull pain from the red and swollen scar left by a bite from the big white-haired cat.

That almost made her cry. No one knows why the cat suddenly bites people. Maybe it's just out of interest. Filin is the name of a species of cats. Isn't a lynx also a cat?

"morning……"

Kal'tsit didn't know where to look. She felt guilty and depressed.

Feng Qingyu has a lot of cat scratches and bite marks, bruises and redness and swellings on his body. It can be said that it is quite tragic.

The big cat with snow-white fur was merciless when it scratched and bit. Kal'tsit was also to blame for this, as she failed to control her cat.

In fact, the last two words in the previous paragraph can be removed.

"Hei Yu, get up first and come back to the room with me. I think... we need to have a good talk."

This time, Kal'tsit did not look Feng Qingyu in the eye. She did not dare to look into those deep bloodshot pupils, fearing that she would fall into their trap.

Everyone makes mistakes, it is inevitable. She knew she made a mistake and she was unconscious when she made it.

Rhode Island administrators should not make this mistake.

"Are you talking about tonight?"

Feng Qingyu had a bad feeling in his heart, always feeling that something unpleasant was going to happen.

Kal'tsit's face was a little gloomy. She didn't have her usual cold and calm attitude. Her face and eyes were full of annoyance.

"Yes, you have to hurry up, we don't have much time, I'm going to wash my face first."

From beginning to end, Kal'tsit's eyes were a little erratic. They never stayed on Feng Qingyu at all, as if she was avoiding something.

Feng Qingyu felt very uncomfortable, but due to their identities and some messy reasons, he could only keep it in his heart.

The one who started it was Kal'tsit. She was just a poor person who was dragged into the pirate ship. Now it depends on how Kal'tsit handles it.

It is said that it is difficult to recover what has been done, and Kal'tsit is in the same situation.

The lunch break had just ended and there were no operators walking in the corridor. Kal'tsit's steps were particularly hurried, as if she wanted to fly back to her dormitory and hide.

Feng Qingyu followed behind and had to take bigger steps, otherwise he would not be able to catch up with Kal'tsit and would be left far behind.

How many times have you been alone with her?

Entering the dormitory, Kal'tsit didn't think much and immediately closed and locked the door, isolating everything outside. The more she did this, the more Feng Qingyu felt that she was guilty.

What is there to feel guilty about? In Kal'tsit's mind, it should be a normal thing. Kal'tsit is already more than a dozen years old.

The house was suffocatingly stuffy, even more stuffy than the air on Longmen Street before the rain.

Feng Qingyu hated this kind of atmosphere.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, just say whatever you want to say. I don't think there's any need to beat around the bush. If... you think it's shameful to have a bond with me, I will keep my distance from you in the future."

She should have expected this result. There was an unbridgeable gap between her and Kal'tsit, not only in age, but also in experience and abilities in all aspects.

Those bonds are not fake, but they are hindered by various factors.

Kal'tsit's answer also put an end to this mistake. Before she was ready to accept it, she chose to put it aside for the time being.

Putting it aside does not mean being irresponsible.

"Hei Yu, I'm sorry... I haven't figured out how to deal with this yet. I hope you can give me a little time to think about it."

This answer was better than Feng Qingyu had imagined.

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

Extra 4: Feng Qingyu's Past

The conversation between the two did not go smoothly. A police officer showed up at an inopportune moment, interrupted their conversation, and brought the chief's order.

"Sir Feng, the director wants to see you. He is waiting for you in the meeting room. Time is tight. Please come with me immediately."

The police officer was a young man, and he was quite polite to Feng Qingyu. The reason was simple, they all came from the outer city circle, and they probably felt a sense of mutual respect for the dirtiest and worst place in this prosperous capital.

Feng Qingyu frowned.

Every time the director came to him, it was never good news. An illegitimate child of low status, brought home to be raised only to serve as a tool in his future political career and to provide him with a powerful partner.

As for what will happen to him in the future, it doesn’t matter at all. He will have to obey the arrangements when he reaches a certain age.

Thinking of this, he felt very unhappy, but there was nothing he could do.

"I see."

Although he didn't want to go, he had to go. Feng Qingyu's eyes changed from struggling to numbness.

"Sir Feng, I wish you good luck in martial arts."

"..."

Faced with the police officer's bow, Feng Qingyu chose to ignore it and went to the gorgeous but depressing meeting hall.

The style of the meeting hall is not retro but very modern, because its current owner advocates that architecture should keep pace with the times. On the day he took the position of director, the man removed all the decorations that his ancestors liked and replaced them with his own favorite style.

Cold and inhuman, that's probably what it feels like.

The black-haired man in the upper seat looked tired, leaning on his forehead to flip through the documents. He was wearing a black suit that was enough to cover the living expenses of an ordinary family for several years or even longer, silver metal-framed glasses, black leather shoes, and his purple eyes revealed a sophisticated and calculating look.

He is not a good husband or a good father. Feng Qingyu's disgust for him is always greater than his respect for him, and he has no choice but to call him father.

He stood respectfully before the person he hated, groveling.

"Father."

"You came."

"What do you want, father?"

"You take a look at this first."