Several hours ago, Wang Chuqin had dragged himself to the bathroom, looking thoroughly defeated. The rushing sound of the shower could not wash away his humiliation. He felt he shouldn't be feeling this way, but the facts seemed impossible to argue against.
After showering, he was too embarrassed to return to the room. The look Shasha had given him just moments ago felt capable of killing him a hundred times over—it was agonizing. Pulling out his phone, he nervously searched Baidu. As all sorts of chaotic advertisements and the letters "ED" flashed before his eyes, he felt he was on the verge of suffocating to death.
It was over. Was he really terminally ill? No way. He and Shasha hadn't even properly begun, and it was ending just like this? Would Shasha dump him because of this?
Chapter 190