Chapter 37: Kissed Him on the Lips

Gu Xiyang was in a great mood afterwards, got herself a massage, tipped generously, and chirpily called for a ride home.

Mu Chenxi was wheeled into the emergency room, and Fu Yanshen, who tried to follow inside, was stopped.

With a loud "clang," the door slammed shut in front of him as if it had hit him directly.

Fu Yanshen staggered, his legs going weak, and stumbled several steps backward.

He only steadied himself when his back hit the wall.

The night deepened, and the empty corridor hosted only him.

Fu Yanshen leaned there, thinly dressed, his shirt under the thin sweater already soaked through.

The draft was chilling to the bone.

He seemed oblivious to the cold, his gaze fixed intently on the tightly shut door in front of him.

Suddenly, his right palm began to burn.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at his hands covered in blood, which he had from holding Chenxi earlier.

His gaze fixated on the not-yet-dried blood, his hand uncontrollably trembling lightly.