Jun Moyan closed the door, turned on the faucet, scooped up some cold water, and splashed it onto his face.
After several splashes, soaking his clothes in the process, Jun Moyan slowly calmed down, but his body still felt intensely hot.
He leaned on the edge of the sink with both hands, water droplets continuously dripping from his face...
Jun Moyan gasped for air, filled with annoyance.
Had he gone mad, how could his body react to Xiaoguai, how could he think of those things, that was Xiaoguai after all.
Jun Moyan couldn't articulate what he was feeling inside, only that he shouldn't feel it.
With some irritation, he wiped his face, then stood upright.
He turned his head towards the bathroom door.
After standing in the bathroom for over ten minutes and settling his emotions, he finally opened the door and walked out.
Looking at Wen Xiao'ai lying on the bed, Jun Moyan felt a sense of guilt.
"Xiaoguai?"
He called out to her in neither a harsh nor a gentle tone.
