C230 Preparations for the Ipo(1)

"What's that smell?"

Lee Zhi scrunched his brow and blinked open his eyes as a sliver of sunlight pierced through the curtains, heralding the break of day. He and Goya had gone to bed late, having done nothing but wait for the gene drug to take effect in Goya's system. Yet, there had been no reaction—not even a rumble from her stomach.

But come morning