Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, sliding down to her lips, tasting bitter, then diluted by the water.
Qin Jiaran bit her lips tightly, letting the tears flow unchecked across her face, sobbing softly.
Her long hair, wet from the water, clung to her face, feeling unbearably uncomfortable.
After a long time, Qin Jiaran finally took off her clothes and had a proper shower.
After washing, she wrapped her body in a towel, then stood in front of the washbasin, looking forlornly at her reflection in the mirror.
She lowered her eyes, finally focusing on her collarbone, where a red kiss mark was clearly imprinted, full of irony.
Thinking about what happened tonight, Qin Jiaran only felt a heavy blockage in her heart, pinching herself hard to clear her muddled mind.
She's truly about to lose her head.
Tonight, when Zhou Ronghao held her, she actually had half-resisted and half-yielded.
