Come to My Room

The sound of running water in the bathroom finally stopped.

Christine hurriedly put on her scattered clothes - underwear, bra, dress, and top. 

She didn't want Adrian to see her naked. The carpet and desk were still a mess. After dressing, she grabbed some tissues and hastily wiped the wet spots on the desk, trying to make the scene less embarrassing.

She had barely started cleaning when the bathroom door opened, and Adrian walked out.

He had changed into fresh clothes - a black shirt and gray slacks. Even in this semi-casual outfit, his cold expression made him seem distant and unapproachable. The only thing out of place was his damp hair from the shower.

Compared to him, Christine was a mess. Her lipstick was gone, her eyes and nose were red, and her hair was completely disheveled. 

She looked down, nervously running her fingers through her hair and trying to smooth out the wrinkles in her dress.