Xiajun Zihao quickly returned to his bedroom. He was afraid that if he was a step slower, he would lose control of himself.
After returning to the bedroom, xiajun Zihao closed the door and slowly calmed his irregular breathing.
After a long while, xiajun Zihao lowered his head and looked down. The corners of his mouth curled up into a bitter and helpless arc.
This was the first time he had encountered such an uncontrollable situation.
Xiajun Zihao could only go to the bathroom and take a cold shower.
He came out of the bathroom after lowering his body temperature.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the bedroom.
Xiajun Zihao was drying his hair with a towel and was thinking about some things in frustration. He went to open the door.
It was Xie Yan 'er.
Xiajun Zihao's brows twitched."Why aren't you asleep yet?"
When Xie Yan 'er heard xiajun Zihao's cold voice, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.
