They patiently waited for her statement to clarify things.

Keanu lived on the twelfth floor. Corrine rang the doorbell, but there was no answer.

Her brow furrowed, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes. She pressed the bell again, listening intently, but silence met her.

She wondered where Keanu might be if he wasn't home. Just as she was about to leave, the door creaked open.

Keanu appeared, bleary-eyed and disheveled. He wore light gray pajamas, a thick blanket draped around his shoulders. His usually bright eyes were glazed, his face unusually flushed.

"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice raspy and strained. Corrine looked at him carefully. "Why is your phone off?"

"It's probably out of power, barely audible."

Keanu mumbled, his voice...

He coughed twice, then turned to walk back inside.

Corrine's frown deepened. She instinctively reached out, grabbing his hand. His skin was burning hot to the touch.

Alarm flared in her eyes as she examined his flushed face more closely.

"Keanu, has the effect of the drug not worn off yet?" she asked gently.

His usually clear eyes were glazed with exhaustion. "You know I was drugged?"

Corrine nodded, her tone cautious. "Do you still... want to have sex? If you do..."

She leaned in slightly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. The question was bold, but her concern was genuine.

Keanu coughed again, a weak, humorless chuckle escaping his lips. "No. Because when I see you, I don't feel anything — except the urge to collapse in bed and sleep."

Corrine blinked, speechless.

For a moment, she wondered if she had completely lost her allure.

Noticing the dazed, feverish look in his eyes, she gently pressed her palm to his forehead.

His skin was burning. It wasn't the lingering effects of the drug — it was a fever. She frowned, "Keanu, you have a fever."

Keanu touched his forehead, his hand trembling slightly. "Maybe I caught a cold from soaking in freezing water all night."

His body swayed with weakness, and he sank onto the sofa, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. His usual composed demeanor had given way to fragile vulnerability.

"Do you have any medicine for fever at home?" she asked softly.

Keanu shook his head, his voice barely a whisper. "I don't usually get sick."