Echo in the Mirror: Sexual Adventures and Misplaced Love

The bathroom mirror was fogged with water. The moment I splashed cold water on my face, the light bulb flickered. Lin Mo lowered his head and saw the legs of his overalls, his Adam's apple rolling. The phone vibrated with Xia Zhi's message: "The client is gone. There are stomach medicines in the drawer." When she returned home, Xia Zhi was staring at the bronze mirror in a daze. "Today's 'cousin'," she looked up and smiled, "even drinks coffee with three servings of sugar like you." Lin Mo's ears felt hot: "What if... I really become like that?" Xia Zhi walked over and brushed her fingertips behind his ears - the same action she did when she helped him fix his hair in the conference room. Neon filled the study room, and Lin Mo looked into her eyes, remembering the twin lines on the bronze mirror. The real echo sounded as early as seeing each other's souls.