Wen Linyu, after realizing what was happening, pushed her away and threw the blanket over himself, turning around to head towards the bathroom.
In the bathroom, the cold water pouring down gradually restored his sanity.
He leaned against the wall with one hand, enduring the aching tension in his body, his heartbeat still racing relentlessly.
He cursed himself for being dirty, indecent, not a gentleman.
The remnants of the images in his mind fought fiercely against his rational thinking.
He was just a man, and under such circumstances, a physiological response was something any normal man might not be able to control.
But he should never, ever have had such thoughts about a girl much younger than himself.
He even slapped himself hard twice, attempting to clear his mind.
But what could that solve?
This wasn't the first time.
The guilt within him had already consumed him beyond recognition.
Even cold water couldn't calm him entirely.
