She didn't know that once she slammed the door, the man finally let out a sigh of relief, almost collapsing beside it.
Another wave of heat washed over him before he staggered to his feet and made his way to the bathroom.
The night was not peaceful.
More frightening than the drug's control over him were the images of her in his mind, her every frown and smile, her alabaster skin, her crimson lips...
Like some terrible poison, they forcefully seized his reason.
The moment he closed his eyes, the bone-deep heat surged unstoppably...
As if he was about to die.
Tang Qingyue, Tang Qingyue!
That name brought endless torment...
Even soaking in cold water was useless. He had used his own hand countless times, but her shadow in his mind simply would not fade away, her snow-white body like an erosive poison that unknowingly had entered his heart and lungs.
It made him want to tear her to shreds, eat her flesh, consume her whole.
