Insanity. The area his cheek had brushed against Fu Sichen's was burning like an electrical current had passed through it.
Pei Zhen felt like he was about to explode.
Erupting in humiliation, Pei Zhen couldn't care less if the couple in the next stall were really going at full throttle. He raised his elbow and jabbed it into Fu Sichen's chest.
It caught Fu Sichen by surprise.
He fell back a step. If he hadn't steadied himself in time, he would have crashed against the door. "Pei…"
"Get out of my way." Pei Zhen's face reddened again, although he hadn't lost a single bit of his dignity. "I'm getting out of here."
Immediately, Fu Sichen's one hand came down over his mouth to silence him, while his other hand wrapped around Pei Zhen's waist, forcing Pei Zhen backward.
With a soft thud, Pei Zhen was forced to sit on the toilet bowl.
Both ashamed and angered, Pei Zhen widened his peach blossom eyes and glared at Fu Sichen.
