Seeing that Zi Xi had broken free from him, Pei Mozhi gripped the sofa armrests tightly with both hands, forcing himself to stand up despite his swaying body.

He stumbled and fell as if he were walking on cotton, almost using both hands and feet to rush towards the bathroom.

With a loud bang, he slammed the bathroom door open with his body and then slammed it shut from the inside.

Then came a series of chaotic sounds from inside: suppressed, painful groans, and the sound of water splashing against the bathtub walls.

"Pei Mozhi?"

Zi Xi was knocking on the door from the outside.

There was no response from inside the door.

"Pei Mozhi? Speak to me! Answer me!"

Zi Xi was getting a little anxious; he had been inside for quite some time without making a sound.

Is she about to witness for the first time that the male lead suffocates because he ate something unclean?

No longer caring what she might see, Zi Xi gripped the cold metal door tightly and twisted it, then yanked the bathroom door open.

The cool, damp steam, mixed with a faint scent of shower gel, wafted towards me.

My vision was instantly enveloped by a hazy white mist.

Only a dim, yellowish vanity light was on in the bathroom, casting an unclear light.

In the huge white bathtub, the cold faucet was still running, and the tub was already more than half full of water.

Pei Mozhi lay on his back in the rising water.

His shirt and trousers were soaked through, clinging tightly to his body and outlining his strong, powerful muscles.

Several buttons on his shirt had already been roughly ripped off, revealing a large expanse of his chest that was flushed an abnormal red, rising and falling violently with his heavy breathing.

Water droplets rolled down his sharply defined jawline, his sexy Adam's apple, and his delicate collarbone, sliding deep into his soaked clothes.

His eyes were closed, his thick eyelashes were wet and looked like two small fans, and although his lips were pale from blood loss, there were dark red scabs left where he had bitten them before.

He seemed to have lost all consciousness, or perhaps he was suffering immense pain and had fallen into a coma.

Zi Xi rushed to the bathtub, ignoring the cold water splashing onto her nightgown, and reached out to touch his forehead, wanting to pull him out of the icy water.

Just as Zi Xi's fingertips were about to touch his burning skin.

A large hand carrying an astonishingly high temperature suddenly struck out, accurately and swiftly grabbing Zi Xi's wrist.

Zi Xi gasped in surprise, losing her balance unexpectedly and being violently pulled towards the bathtub by that force!

The icy, bone-chilling water instantly engulfed Zi Xi.

The icy, damp air made Zi Xi tremble violently all over.

The nightgown was completely soaked with water, clinging heavily to her body and outlining her disheveled figure.

Zi Xi struggled to sit up and wiped the water droplets from her face.

Just as Zi Xi's vision cleared, she met a pair of eyes that were inches away from hers.

Pei Mozhi had opened his eyes at some point.

His gaze, seemingly imbued with tangible heat, swept inch by inch over Zi Xi's body, barely concealed beneath her water-soaked nightgown, with an almost greedy fascination.

Zi Xi was held down by him, half-lying and half-pressing on his burning hot body in an extremely ambiguous position.

Zi Xi's hands were firmly held above her head by his large, burning hot hand.

His other hand gripped Zi Xi's lower back tightly, with astonishing force, pressing Zi Xi firmly against him, their bodies pressed together without leaving a single gap.

Zi Xi was filled with shock and anger, and struggled desperately, splashing cold water everywhere.