Shang Qi sat on the windowsill, the dark pupils of his eyes reflecting the floating clouds in the sky, lost in thought.
He has always been abstinent, even the most beautiful person couldn't stir any feelings in him.
But just now...
How could I have those kind of beastly thoughts.
[Shang Qi: I feel like my condition is worsening.]
Shang Qi sent a text message to Du Pei.
[Du Pei:?]
[Du Pei: Your emotions have been stable recently, how could your condition worsen? As long as you can maintain this and not lose control, there shouldn't be a major problem.]
[Shang Qi: ...]
Shang Qi tapped the screen with his fingertips, eventually deleting everything word by word.
[Du Pei: I'll come over and take a look at you.]
[Shang Qi: No need, I'm fine.]
[Du Pei: That won't do, I have to be responsible for you.]
Once Du Pei replied to that message, he went silent; Shang Qi knew he must be on his way.
Shang Qi sighed, sat in his room for a while, then opened the door and went out.
