That struggle between desiring and not desiring, hesitation, and fighting expression could captivate all beings, trapping people deep within.
Li Feng's forehead was dotted with fine sweat, his face slightly flushed; he too was affected by Teacher Lin in the shower room, excited to the point where he could hardly control himself.
"Li Feng, you..."
Just as Li Feng was about to lose his reasoning, Lin Mengjie's voice came through, clearing his muddled head a bit.
He slapped his cheeks, bringing himself to a slightly more sober state, and gently pushed open the glass door, which wasn't locked.
But the scene inside shocked the just-entered Li Feng, his mind went blank, just stupidly staring at what's in front of him, completely incapable of thought.
The cold water from the showerhead was still pouring down incessantly; Lin Mengjie at this moment seemed like a goddess amidst the rain, utterly captivating.
