"Can't you understand when I tell you to fuck off?" King exploded again.
But he didn't remain near the door, instead quickly grabbed Yan Ling and rushed into the furthest stall in the bathroom.
Almost as soon as the door was pushed open, he pulled Yan Ling into the bathroom stall and closed the door behind them.
The bathroom stall was already limited in space, and now that a tall man was standing inside, he was taking up most of the room, making Yan Ling, wrapped in his arms, seem somewhat frail and delicate.
Even though both of them were men, their emotions were changing at that moment.
At this moment, what King felt from this man named Wesley was not masculinity, but a feminine softness.
Meanwhile, Yan Ling was torn between the hypnosis and the man in front of him who was both strange and familiar.
If this man really was Qi Yunjue, and his memories had been altered through hypnosis, then he would indeed be different from before.