It had been several minutes since Yuan had stepped into the freezing bathtub in his room, yet neither his body nor his mind seemed willing to calm down.
The icy water bit into his skin, but even that sensation failed to distract him from the fire raging inside.
He had thought perhaps the cold would at least dull the intensity, slow the relentless pulse that had taken over him, but it did nothing, it felt useless.
His muscles tensed, his chest rose and fell erratically, and his mind refused to give him respite, his fingers tightened on the edge of the bathtub until his knuckles turned white.
The thought that Xiao Feng might be with Li Yue, lying beside her in the warmth of the bed, or maybe gone as far as sleeping with her, just as she seemed to be craving.. sent an instant, uncontrollable surge through him.
His body reacted as if it had a mind of its own, standing up, a physical betrayal of all the careful control he had tried to maintain.
