"Different?" Janice was baffled. "What's different about it?"
"Do you feel that there's a hot air gushing out, as if you are on fire?"
Christopher explained, and his eyes were full of expectations.
"Hot? Fire?" Janice didn't quite understand and shook her head. "Nope."
Christopher frowned and thought to himself, "No, that's not right. Last time, after I drank the tonic, my whole body seemed to be on fire, and even my nose was bleeding. She should have had a similar reaction."
Seeing his pensive expression, Janice couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"
He shook his head. "Nothing."
"Perhaps the drug had not taken effect yet," Christopher thought.
Then he reminded her, "It's getting late. We should get some rest."
Janice nodded. "You go up first. I'll clean up this place."
"No. Leave it for tomorrow."
As he spoke, he pulled her arm and walked upstairs.
Janice was a bit speechless, but she still agreed without saying anything. She followed him to the bedroom.
