Chapter 22: They Say Xiang Li is a Lab Rat…

    Xiang Li was shocked, not understanding what was happening. The bewildered expression on his face made Chu Qi’s eyes darken, a trace of loneliness flashing across his features.

    “You clearly said you’d stay with me, but in the end, you left without a word, leaving me alone at home.”

    “You said…” Chu Qi lay on the bed, propping himself up slightly, his forehead resting against Xiang Li’s neck.

    “You said you wouldn’t lie to me…”

    “…”

    Xiang Li’s mind was in chaos, followed by another seemingly aggrieved sob from Chu Qi.

    “You don’t like me…”

    Xiang Li: “?”

    How did Chu Qi suddenly have the flavor of a “Xiang Li” green tea?

    Seeing that the other person didn’t speak, Chu Qi slowly asked in a deep voice.

    “Wu Zhen, what exactly…is your purpose?”

    Hearing this, Xiang Li instantly released his grip and sat up, moving away. He looked up and met Chu Qi’s calm eyes.

    He raised his hand, not touching Chu Qi, and shielded his eyes with his palm.

    He almost thought Chu Qi really liked him and was confessing to him.

    “Are you trying to get information out of me?”

    Xiang Li’s tone was laced with laughter, and the questioning tone instantly plunged the entire room into an eerie atmosphere.

    “A honey trap? Chu Qi, these past few years that I’ve been gone, you’ve really given me a huge surprise.”

    He lowered his hand, his entire being closing in on Chu Qi.

    The aggrievedness from Chu Qi earlier had completely vanished, and he lightly retorted.

    “I’m a man.”

    “Then I take back what I said. I’m starting to become interested in men.”

    Xiang Li raised an eyebrow, intense Spiritual Power swirling in his dark eyes. Chu Qi also stared intently at him, not missing the slightest change in his expression.

    “Chu Qi, do you want [Eternal Life]?”

    Xiang Li’s seductive voice slowly approached Chu Qi. His eyes were lowered, and he tilted his head, his lips close to the other’s burning ear, saying each word carefully.

    “I can help you.”

    Chu Qi turned his head, and Xiang Li’s half-closed eyelids lifted, their gazes meeting, their breaths mingling, slow and heavy.

    “Your eyes really resemble Xiang Li’s,” Chu Qi said.

    “Is that so? All handsome guys have a face like mine,” Xiang Li said, getting up first and gently exhaling a breath, as if sighing.

    “…”

    Chu Qi sat up straight and smoothed the blanket. Xiang Li was pushed by him and obediently stepped aside to make space. The atmosphere between the two was very delicate.

    They both knew the other had ill intentions, yet they could sit properly on a bed and chat.

    “You really like Xiang Li?” Xiang Li asked, thinking of something.

    Chu Qi said matter-of-factly, “His talent is very high, wasted with you. If possible, we’d like to compete fairly for him later.”

    “…”

    Chu Qi probably couldn’t imagine that the highly talented kid he spoke of was the same person as the one in front of him.

    “Little White is returned to you.”

    Xiang Li didn’t respond to that topic. He reached out, and in his hand lay Chu Qi’s Spiritual Form.

    “How did it end up with you?”

    Chu Qi lowered his eyes, not taking it. He remembered leaving it beside Xiang Li.

    Xiang Li played with the Little White Tuanzi, his slender fingers randomly touching it.

    Chu Qi watched Xiang Li tease the silver-white Tuanzi, an unusual feeling in his heart growing stronger. He reached out and snatched the silver-white Tuanzi back.

    Xiang Li guessed he would do this and wasn’t surprised at all.

    The Spiritual Form was connected to its master. The surrounding light was dim, and Xiang Li didn’t notice the color that had appeared on the other’s ears.

    The next day, when Chu Qi woke up, the person beside him was long gone, even the warmth had disappeared completely.

    “…”

    At this time, Xiang Li was in the laboratory, actively blocking Qin Lai.

    Qin Lai: “…”

    It’s been an hour. You have a question but you don’t say it, just staring at him like this. Does he have flowers blooming on his face?

    He put down the experiment he was working on and sighed impatiently.

    “What, did you think about it all night and realize you like men?”

    “Yeah,” Xiang Li nodded seriously.

    Qin Lai: “…” He started cleaning up the experimental materials around him.

    “Then let’s go…”

    Xiang Li: “But I don’t like you.”

    The opened mouth closed again. Qin Lai: “…”

    No, is he sick?

    Professor Lai in the office saw them together through the glass, his mood complicated.

    Their relationship developed so quickly? Will it delay the experiment?

    Xiang Li looked up, “How did you discover you liked men?”

    Qin Lai sat down again, thought for two seconds after hearing this, and said, “Does getting a reaction when seeing a man count?”

    “…” Xiang Li frowned and noticeably took a big step to the side.

    “…”

    In the end, Qin Lai couldn’t bear it any longer and requested a separate laboratory from Professor Lai. Actually, even if he didn’t leave, Xiang Li wasn’t planning on pestering him anymore.

    Xiang Li also asked Professor Lai for permission to leave work early. Professor Lai looked at his desolate expression, assumed he was heartbroken because he was rejected by Qin Lai, so he simply gave him the leave.

    Yan Zhou Ping’s home.

    On the sofa, Yan Zhou Ping saw someone who didn’t come home all night. Noticing the low pressure around him, he asked curiously.

    “What’s wrong? Were you discovered by someone in the laboratory?”

    Xiang Li threw himself onto the sofa, took off his mask, and scratched his head in a look of exhaustion.

    Xiang Li asked, “I don’t like men, right?”

    Yan Zhou Ping: “…”

    Continued drinking water.

    Xiang Li: “Why aren’t you talking?”

    Yan Zhou Ping: “What’s the progress on the antidote research in the laboratory?”

    Xiang Li: “Don’t know.”

    Yan Zhou Ping: “Has the current research formula for the antidote been obtained?”

    Xiang Li’s face was blank: “No.”

    “Do you still remember what you came to the Main Star for?” The water glass in Yan Zhou Ping’s hand was crushed, and suddenly a surge of anger rose from the bottom of his heart.

    “To get the antidote from the laboratory.” Xiang Li saw Yan Zhou Ping’s appearance, and his voice became quieter and quieter.

    “Then… let’s start the plan tonight,” Xiang Li said.

    “I’ve already figured out the specific location of Professor Lai’s laboratory.”

    Yan Zhou Ping clapped off the shattered glass on his hands. The wounds on his palms were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    “Be careful not to get discovered,” he instructed.

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