Bathroom.
Lih Meng's legs slightly bent, she leaned on the washbasin, breathing erratically.
Raising her head, she looked at herself in the mirror, her skin flushed like a ripe peach.
"How annoying, I said not to do it here but you just wouldn't listen!"
Turning her head in annoyance, through the transparent glass she saw the guy had already turned on the shower and was humming a song while bathing.
She really wanted to go out and kick him twice, but now she felt weak all over, and her legs felt especially unsteady, making even walking a few steps difficult.
Looking down, neither her white stockings nor her skirt had been spared from ruin. As soon as Shen Yuan finished showering and came out, she immediately complained: "Look what you did! My newly bought white stockings and skirt are now unwearable!"
Shen Yuan glanced downward, the stains on the skirt were clearly visible, and the white stockings fared even worse, torn in such a way that was too painful to look directly at.
