The water could only wash away Fu Jichen's scent lingering on her, but couldn't erase the marks on her body. Shen Jianian was wrestling with herself, scrubbing her arms, neck, and collarbone repeatedly, wishing she could peel off this layer of skin.
Half an hour passed, with hot water flowing incessantly in the bathroom, stagnant air, and high temperatures causing a suffocating sensation. Shen Jianian felt a bit breathless and finally decided to stop.
She turned off the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack.
Her fair skin looked as if it had been scalded, turning a frightening red. The towel brushed against it painfully, like countless needle pricks.
The towel swept over her flat stomach, without the slightest extra flesh, and Shen Jianian's emptied mind suddenly tightened. She had neglected something terrifying.
Did Fu Jichen use protection last night?
Did he, or didn't he? She wasn't sure.