Proffesor Shen Wei, dominate me.

"Room 303".

How much oxytocin must the hypothalamus produce to have these levels of attachment? Or was it perhaps just intrigue and curiosity at such a sudden change? I did not know, I did not know it. But with today, 7 days have to be completed since Professor Shen and Yunlan had their "date".

And strangely (or maybe not) the professor had counted the seconds, minutes, hours and even days, hoping that Yunlan would contact him; So much so that he neglected himself a bit, a mistake that did not go unnoticed by his students who, like good people, questioned his state of health and gave him recommendations. 

Shen knew it very clearly, he had to separate his professional life from his personal life, in addition, he knew from his own experience that carelessly combining both aspects so relevant in his life could lead to total chaos. More, however, here he was, with a huge pillar of works from his students' theses to review, but, wasting time thinking about the reason for the sudden disappearance of his unusual admirer. 

Perhaps Yunlan's attraction to him had been as brief as the shooting stars in the sky. Or maybe the idea of ​​being with someone like him had lost its appeal. Or possibly, he was very busy with work, and would call when it was completely expedited. 

But how long would that period of time last to be able to converse again? few days? Months? ... years? Or forever?

And if she never contacted him again.

And if he was avoiding it.

And if he hated it.

And if you didn't want him close.

What if...

* ring, ring * - before his head offered new exorbitant and almost crazy interpretations he was interrupted by his telephone tone, perhaps it was Yunlan. Wrong. He reminded himself, Yunlan didn't have her number, they hadn't exchanged numbers yet.

So lost in thought that he hadn't realized that his phone was going on the third ring, one more and the call would be diverted.

But who would call at this hour? They were nearly past midnight.

- Hello? -

- Are you Professor Shen? -

- certainly, with whom do I have the taste? -

- Who I am is not relevant, but it could answer a question of mine. Do you know the knight Zhao Yunlan? -

- Indeed, why? Did something happen? -

- What good news, you are his only contact on the emergency list, would you mind coming and looking for him? He is unconscious and we are about to close the establishment -

- oh! Please forgive me for any inconvenience, give me the address and I'll introduce myself immediately -

-Of course, the address is XXX, in the XXX district, it is an extremely large building, and has a sign at the top that says "ℙ𝕤𝕪" -

- I appreciate it, I'll be there - hangs up.

That address was more than half an hour away by vehicle, but it wouldn't matter as long as he took him to Yunlan. Without wasting a single moment, he draped a brown coat over his broad shoulders, took his keys, a scarf, and left. He took a taxi, and taking into account the stipulated time, he went to the address.

***

In just over half an hour he reached his destination. It was certainly an immensely large building. It had a too luxurious appearance, in addition, being located in a very commercial area of ​​the entire city, in this place only the powerful figures lived. And although he did not seem out of place because of his elegant dress, he could see the hostility of the people around him.