Red Envelope Group of the Three Realms

Left with no choice, the woman sat down beside Chen Xiaobei.

She replaced her sunglasses with an eye mask, clearly refusing to even glance at him. Chen Xiaobei had intended to fix her impression on him but quickly gave up after remembering the awkward encounters they had in the airport. Things might also take a turn for the worse if he tried to explain.

Cell phones usage were strictly prohibited as the plane takes off, so Chen Xiaobei simply took out a Dragon City newspaper and did some quick reading. He was surprised to find an article about the First Love Peach.

"I never expected that a paper from Dragon City would write about my First Love Peach!" he exclaimed, feeling a sense of pride and achievement – it was a report by an official media outlet, entirely different from social media updates on Weibo.

"Huff… huff…"

Suddenly, the woman beside him was making short, hurried breaths. It appeared painful. 

"Are you alright? What happened?" Chen Xiaobei turned to check on her but was soon stunned again.

With her eye mask down, he could see her face clearly now. She was ravishing, and could be twenty-seven or twenty-eight of age. Her face was decorated with arched, queenly eyebrows; clear, soulful eyes; a straight, elegant nose, and crimson, sensual lips. With the mature and charming aura she emanated, there was no question that she was a young vixen! 

"Excuse me, miss… Please give me a glass of warm water…" She called out, still intent on pretending that there was nothing but air sitting beside him. 

The air hostess quickly complied with her order. "Madam… Are you feeling not well?" She asked in concern.

"It's just a headache…" the young lady took a few sips of the warm water while rubbing her temples.

"You look unwell. Did you bring any medication? I could help you to get it." The air hostess asked again.

"It's just something stubborn. Medicine doesn't really help…" The young lady shook her head meekly. The source of this ᴄontent is Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

"I could help you with it…" Chen Xiaobei begun.

"I don't need the help of a pervert like you! You bloody hypocrite…" She cut him short, very much doubtful of him.

"There might be a misunderstanding between us. I can guarantee that I'm not a bad guy," he insisted. "I'm a healer learned in traditional medicine and know a thing or two about your sickness. I could help ease the pain immediately."

"You? A traditional doctor? Haha… Your joke is so bad…" She turned away, incapable of seeing him as anything but an immature teenager in his twenties. To be fair, he did not like balding like those old and experienced traditional doctors and did not even take her pulse. It was utterly farcical that he would 'know a thing or two' about her sickness.

"I'm sorry Sir, but please stop bothering the lady. She needs rest…" The air hostess joined in too.

Now Chen Xiaobei became rather kind of frustrated. However, she is -or had been – a fan of his, which was why Chen Xiaobei resolved to help her regardless. 

"Insomnia, aggressive behavior, and the tendency to throw fits at people around you. You're also losing sight of living and your own lifestyle, while suicidal thoughts are becoming common." He made a quick summary of her symptoms.

"Suicidal thoughts?" The air hostess was now rather cross, and tried to cut him short before the lady did. "Sir, please stop. How could a young, beautiful lady like her be suicidal?"

"He… He's right… Everything he said is true…" The young lady said, gaping at Chen Xiaobei in surprise.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Chen Xiaobei then turned to told the hostess calmly: "You should leave, and please close the curtain on your way out. Her illness is rather… private, and should not be made known to others."

"Um… Okay…" The air hostess did as she was told, making sure to give him an apology before she left. "I'm so sorry, Sir! I hope you weren't offended."

"It's alright. You were being kind." Chen Xiaobei waved her off graciously while turning around to watch her leave. "So? Do you believe in me now?" he asked the woman.

She pouted her luscious lips. Though she looked at him slight amazement, her words were stubborn. "I would admit that you were able to identify my symptoms far quicker than any doctor… But that doesn't change the fact that you're a pervert!"

"All I did was purchase a love egg. How does that offend you? Our country doesn't ban it – which means that it actually means something to the Chinese people! And I'm telling you, you need this love egg to cure your headache!"

"Oh my god! Did you think I would buy that?" The young lady seethed, wanting so much to slap him across his face right then – to say that love eggs cure headaches was incredulous, in the very least. 

"I'll be frank. You keep getting headaches because you never quench your libido. Both western doctors and traditional medicine practitioners would tell you the same thing – that your stagnant sex life have cause hormonal imbalance, which affected your cerebral cortex."

"During early stages you'll feel agitated and suspicious of strangers like me. However, you're already in the second stage, and now suffer from intermittent headaches, insomnia and loss of confidence – which is a mild form of mental illness. If things were left as they are, your sexual organs will become more painful and you'll suffer more mental episodes."

"Finally, you'll lose all hints of lust. That, from a scientific perspective, makes you a deviant."

Chen Xiaobei listed out the symptoms and described how the illness would soon deteriorate in a polished manner. The young lady paid full attention.

"So, just try it… It's brand new. I'll take full responsibility for anything that happens." Chen Xiaobei said confidently and took out one of the love eggs from his pocket and held it out to her.

The young lady hesitated for before taking it – it was as if she was making a deal with devil. After that, she left for the toilet with the adult toy since she had nothing to lose after all. The headaches were not going away, and what Chen Xiaobei told her was as terrifying as it was surreal.

And if it were to be proven true, she would be a dead woman walking.

Twenty minutes later, the young lady returned to her seat and extended her lithe, elegant hand to Chen Xiaobei.

"Let's get to know each other over again. My name is Song Qincheng!"