Chi Zaozao had the skills to pursue someone, otherwise, how could she have won over the cold and aloof Ye Que.
Shen Qiyu resigned himself to his fate, hung up the phone, opened the bottle, and poured the chili water into his palm, rubbing it haphazardly all over his body.
His forehead, face, neck, chest, he nearly covered them all before he threw away the bottle and instantly felt as if his whole body was burning with intense heat.
That feeling, it was really no different from being in a fire, so uncomfortable, so painful.
He quickly ran out of the corridor and into the heavy rain, allowing it to wash over him.
It seemed as though the chili water had already penetrated his skin, and no matter how heavy the rain, it couldn't wash away the burning pain.
He was in such discomfort that he simply stripped off all his clothes and threw them on the ground, his body pained to the point of having no strength, as if thousands of ants were crawling on him, gnawing away.
