It's sickening!
Yet, he could not deny the fact that he had enjoyed such fleeting pleasure.
How could he have enjoyed it?
The thought alone made his stomach churn.
Without warning, Hei Bao punched the wall again.
A dull ache spread across his knuckles.
It wasn't enough, and so he struck again, and again.
Each blow echoed through the shower room until the sting in his hand gradually faded into numbness.
Only then did he stop.
His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he leaned one hand against the wall.
Cold water continued to pour over him, soaking his hair and washing away the thin streaks of blood trickling from his scraped knuckles.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes.
"...Damn it."
He was already dreading the moment he would have to face Gou Feng again and pretend he hadn't just come screaming his name.
How was he supposed to look the young man in the eye after everything that had happened today?
His loss of control.
