'What to do?' Wei Jiayi contemplated to himself. If he had never experienced the pleasure from touching her so intimately, the enjoyment of touching, caressing, his beloved, he would not feel so frustrated. He was feeling conflicted. There was the unbearable torture as well the uncontained happiness.
Wei Jiayi felt like he was someone who was given a taste of the most excellent fruit and then suddenly received the bad news that there was nothing left of it and no idea when he would be able to taste it again.
He continued to press the pillow to his lower half, he also tried to think of anything else, but it was not helping.
Wei Jiayi abruptly stood up, "Shadow!" He called out with anger.
A shadow appeared immediately. Half of the hidden guard's face was covered with black cloth. He was kneeling in front of his master with a stoic expression.