Early morning, six o'clock.
Xing Ran took his hand away from Sage's, gently lifted the quilt and stood up. The soreness in her thighs seemed to remind her of last night's passion. She walked into the bathroom half asleep. She wiped away the fog on the mirror and stared at her face carefully.
It was a delicate face without makeup. Xin Ran's appearance takes after her mother's, and her eyes are clear and black and white. At the age of twenty-two, she looks as young as a high school student who has just entered college. The eyebrows are light and sparse. I heard that such a person is unsympathetic. The small nose is slightly upturned and the lips are full. The Xinran hair style in front of her was a little bad. Last night, Seg grabbed her long hair, pushed it into the pillow, and kissed her neck fiercely. The panicked hair ends exposed his domineering and madness.
Xin Ran turned on the faucet and washed his face with cold water, immediately sobering up a lot. With his shoulders trembling, he hid in the shower room and took a hasty shower, wrapping himself in a bath towel and brushing his teeth. After finishing everything, she walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Starting from the writing desk, she picked up the clothes that Seg had roughly removed one by one, and dressed them neatly. Xin Ran cleared the things on the table and took a kettle to fetch water to boil. After finishing everything, she took out a cigarette from her bag and put it to her mouth, but she couldn't find a lighter, so she had to knead it and throw it into the ashtray. She looked at Seg who was still sleeping in a daze, suddenly grabbed her bag and left without looking back.