Afterward, he squatted alone in the hotel bathtub, soaking in the bath. He squinted his eyes as he smoked, looking at the post-coital marks on his body, and thought, what would Gu Enen think if she knew? How often did Gu Enen and her current husband make love, and what positions did they use each time? When Gu Enen made love with her husband, did she moan softly like she did with him? How long did Gu Enen's husband last, and did he satisfy her?
As he pondered this, he curled his lips into a smile.
Then he furrowed his brows and stood up from the bathtub.
He went to the shower, and while rinsing himself off, he applied body wash three or four times, but still felt dirty.
In fact, by that time, his soul was already tainted—what did his body matter to him?
But even so, he washed his body for the fifth time before he stopped.
Holding a towel, he wiped himself down. Surrounded by mirrors, Han Chengchi paused halfway through drying himself to stare at his reflection.
