He reached out to wipe her tears and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Alright, I won't touch you, don't cry."
The girl unconsciously responded, gradually quieting down.
Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.
After covering her with a blanket, Ou Jue turned his head to look at her.
She was drunk and completely unaware of what was happening.
But the fire inside Ou Jue had not been extinguished, his whole body felt feverish.
What else could he do?
He walked into the bathroom and turned on the cold water.
With his hands pressed against the wall, he lowered his head, letting the cold water wash over him.
His dark hair was soaked, and the strands on his forehead pressed against his brows, covering his eyes.
The water continuously flowed over his sharply defined features, as he let the cold water cleanse his body.
But it was no use.
Even that couldn't quench the fire.
Ou Jue gradually lifted his head.
The lower half of the bathroom glass was frosted and unclear.
