After a few seconds, Fu Qinglun threw the towel onto the floor and walked into the bathroom.
Lin Shiyu still lay there with her stomach in pain, her hands pressed onto her stomach. She curled up into a ball.
She must not be attracted to him.
She must not be touched by his gestures.
She needed to reject any of his soothing care and concern.
The boy she liked must resemble Zi Jun, someone calm and collected, intelligent, mysterious and muscular. However, all these characteristics did not matter. Most importantly, the boy she liked must treat her well and only have her in his heart.
She wanted a pure man who could provide her with an ideal innocent relationship.
Suddenly exhausted, Lin Shiyu gradually closed her eyes and let the darkness take her away.
…
In the bathroom.
Fu Qinglun stood under the shower to bathe. He scrubbed his body thoroughly till his skin turned red from the raw friction.