At that moment, the mirror unexpectedly reflected the man's smiling face, which filled Hua Xiaomo with extreme resentment.
Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door, "Xiao Mo, are you done showering?"
"..." Hua Xiaomo paused, becoming much more alert. "Not yet."
Then, Hua Xiaomo finally shed her clothes, turned on the shower, and quickly rinsed the scent from her body and the traces on her face.
She truly wished she could wash away everything and wake up to a brand-new day tomorrow.
But in reality, there were many things that couldn't be helped...
When Hua Xiaomo came out, her hair was completely drenched.
Dong Xiaoyou stepped forward and wrapped her hair in a dry towel. "Feeling any better?"
"Yes, much better." Hua Xiaomo felt a wave of warmth. Looking at Dong Xiaoyou, she smiled.
