Until he ran out of the room, in the cold winter night, Yelyu Lie couldn't erase from his mind her appearance that made him want to bully her fiercely.
Her hair was black and shiny, slightly disheveled as it lay on her fair shoulders.
Her delicate and pitiful face, with those moist, dark eyes, and especially that sweet, cloying voice, kept echoing in his ears!
Yelyu Lie was losing his mind!
If he weren't so soft-hearted, not caring for her tears, he could now...
His mind, full of indecent thoughts, had already arranged countless positions.
Men are always self-taught in certain aspects.
The more he restrained himself, the more he couldn't help but think about it!
In the end, punching didn't help extinguish the fire in his heart, so Yelyu Lie fetched a bucket of icy cold water from the deep well, went to the bathroom, and poured it over himself from head to toe.
The piercing sensation made Yelyu Lie feel cold to the bone.
