241, Some traces, never disappear.

The sound of trickling water came from the bathroom, Song Qinghuan looked down at her own body, at the greenish-purple marks on it.

She dared not move, a slightest move felt like her bones were breaking, her fingers gently grasped the bed sheet, her fingertips were sore too.

The air mingled with the scent of lust, a faint odor wafted to her nostrils, once again vividly reminding her of what had just happened.

The sound of water suddenly stopped, the bathroom door seemed to open, Song Qinghuan shivered, her somewhat chilled arm pressed against her body, accidentally touching her bare fullness, immediately causing a painful stinging sensation.

When she sat up, she felt something warm trickling down from between her legs, uncontrollably.

Song Qinghuan bit her lip, flushed with shame, she just wanted to leave here as fast as she could, to put vast distance between her and Shi Yuhuan.