Immediately after, he continued with his previous thoughts, bringing his lips to within a finger's distance of the other's lips.
Their hot breaths brushed against each other's faces, An Nan's whole body growing more and more tense, while the curvature of Lin Mubai's mouth became increasingly arrogant.
Finally, An Nan couldn't bear the atmosphere any longer. She shoved the man in front of her aside, quickly ducking into the bathroom of the room before he could react.
Standing in front of the mirror, looking at her blushing cheeks in the reflection, she felt like a stranger: "Is this still me?" she asked herself, as her slender hands lightly caressed the unfamiliar face in the mirror.
The woman in the mirror could entirely be described as having a complexion like peach blossoms.
Just then, a familiar knocking came from the outside: "An Nan, get some rest early, I'm going back to my room."
