Dilraba's rise to fame began with her appearance on Running Man.

Dilraba took out her phone to call an ambulance, but Deng Zhe stopped her!

"No..." Deng Zhe shook his head slowly, as if he had used up all his strength. "Call an ambulance... Look at the state you're in... I... I just have a slight fever..."

He took a breath and continued, "I have medicine in my suitcase... could you get it for me?"

Reba looked at him; although he was weak, he was more lucid than before.

She bit her lip and nodded: "Okay."

She released his hand and quickly walked to the suitcase by the wall. She knelt down and opened the suitcase.

The things inside were neatly organized, and the clothes were folded squarely.

She rummaged through the clothes and felt a small, hard box under them.

What I took out was a portable medicine box.

Inside, various commonly used medicines were neatly categorized: cold medicine, fever reducers, stomach medicine, band-aids, iodine swabs...

Looking at the dazzling array of medicine boxes, Reba felt a little lost. Which one should she take?

She simply picked up the medicine box and returned to the bedside, holding it out to him: "Deng Zhe, which one do you want?"

Deng Zhe looked up and pointed vaguely at a red box: "That... ibuprofen."

Reba quickly found the red pillbox; it contained sustained-release capsules. She looked at the instructions, then at Deng Zhe: "How...how many should I take?"

"Just one... will do." Deng Zhe said with his eyes closed, his voice low.

Reba hurriedly peeled off the aluminum foil and pried out a capsule. She then went to the living room, poured a glass of warm water, tested the temperature, and brought it back to the bedside.

"Here, take your medicine." She helped Deng Zhe up and let him lean against her.

His body was very hot; you could feel the heat even through his clothes.

After taking the medicine, Reba put him back.

I got up and went to the bathroom, then came back with a damp towel. I sat on the edge of the bed and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck.

The towel quickly warmed up, so she changed the water, wrung it out again, and placed it on his forehead.

After a few attempts, Deng Zhe's breathing seemed to have calmed down a bit, and was no longer so rapid.

Deng Zhe looked at the incredibly nervous Dilraba, a slight, unpleasant smile playing on his lips. "Are you... feeling sorry for her now?"

"You!!" Dilraba raised her fist, but ultimately couldn't bring herself to bring it down. "Even in this state, you still have the mind to joke?"

Half an hour later, the medicine took effect, and Deng Zhe's fever finally subsided.

Deng Zhe finally regained some strength and, with Reba's help, leaned against the bed.

"Reba..." he began, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept it from you. You can ask me anything now, I'll tell you everything I know!"

"No need!!" Reba shook her head.

"My dad told me that your identity is kept under a very high level of secrecy, so it's better if I don't know."

"You really don't want to know?" Deng Zhe asked, somewhat surprised. "I don't need to keep all my identities a secret."

Dilraba shook her head again, "Forget it, I don't want to know!"

She stood up. "I'll go get you some breakfast. What would you like to eat?"

Deng Zhe looked at her for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Okay. Just ask me when you want to know."

Dilraba didn't answer and turned to leave the bedroom.

Deng Zhe leaned against the headboard and tested his strength. The fever had completely subsided, his head wasn't as dizzy, and although his body was still weak, he felt much better than before.

He got up, went into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and quickly washed away the half-dry sweat from his body.

After changing into clean clothes, I felt much more refreshed when I came out again.

He began packing his luggage. He folded his clothes one by one and put them into his suitcase, and put his toiletries into a waterproof bag. He put the first-aid kit back in its place.

After finishing all that, he glanced at the time: 9:20.

The sound of the door lock turning could be heard.

Dilraba pushed open the door and came in, carrying two plastic bags. She was taken aback when she saw Deng Zhe already dressed and standing in the middle of the room.

"Why are you up?" She walked over quickly, put the bag on the table, and reached out to touch his forehead.

Deng Zhe smiled and turned his head away.

"I'm all better now," he laughed. "Don't I have to catch my flight? It's almost 9:30 already, and if I don't leave soon, I'll be late."

"You can reschedule," Dilraba frowned. "There's no need to rush. You just recovered from your fever; you should rest more."

Deng Zhe walked up to her.

"It's really healed. Try it if you don't believe me?" He took her hand and pressed it against his chest. "Is it still just as hard?"

Dilraba unconsciously squeezed the hand he was holding... Hmm? ...Through the clothes, it didn't feel as good as last time!

Deng Zhe gave a teasing smile. "How about it? Tested, right?"

Dilraba blushed, quickly pulled her hand back, and glared at him. "You pervert!!! If you want to leave, then leave. I'll go get my luggage."

After saying that, she turned and quickly walked out of the room.

As Deng Zhe watched her departing figure, the smile on his face faded slightly.

His straight chest shrank slightly; the fever had subsided, but he still felt a little weak.

But we can't let Dilraba find out.

He took a deep breath and stood up straight again. He picked up his suitcase and then grabbed the breakfast bag that Reba had placed on the table.

As she stepped out of the room, Dilraba was already waiting in the hallway with her large suitcase. She glanced at him, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Deng Zhe followed.

The two asked the production team to arrange a car to take them to the airport.

In less than an hour, the two arrived at the airport, where the driver helped them retrieve their luggage.

Deng Zhe thanked him and dragged the two suitcases toward the VIP room.

Dilraba followed beside him, trying several times to reach out and help him pull someone along, but Deng Zhe avoided her each time, saying, "I can do it."

"All you do is show off!!" Dilraba muttered under her breath before giving up.

After boarding the plane, Deng Zhe lay down in the first-class chair and fell asleep shortly afterward.

After a two-hour flight and an hour's drive, the two finally returned to their little home.

"drop!"

As soon as Reba stood at the door, the facial recognition door opened.

She went inside and was about to change her shoes when she glanced at the living room out of the corner of her eye.

Then he froze for a moment, "Ah!!!"

"Keep your voice down, don't scare them." Deng Zhe followed them in, closing the door behind him. "How is it? Do you like it?"

Dilraba didn't even bother to change her shoes; she ran straight over and stared wide-eyed at what was in front of her.

There were three transparent enclosures, placed side by side on a waist-high shelf.

Each box contained bedding, a water basin, and a hiding place. Inside the box, three snakes were coiled up.

One stripe is golden yellow, one stripe is pure white, and one stripe is orange and white.

Each one is an adult, over a meter long.

The golden one looked up at Reba and flicked its tongue at her.

"Is this the corn snake??" Dilraba's voice trembled with excitement.

Deng Zhe changed his shoes and walked over, standing beside her. "Yes, I promised you, of course I'll give it to you."

Dilraba turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling. "You really came looking for me. I thought you were just saying it casually."

Deng Zhe's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mischievous smile...