She looked around as she stepped out, found the restroom, and hastily ran there, opening the door, entering, and locking it behind her.
The living room restroom was spacious and followed the same simple and elegant decoration style as the rest of the house.
Ji Anning turned to lean against the sink, her hands clutching her skirt against her chest, finally taking a deep breath.
So embarrassing, every time she was alone with that guy, the pressure was immense.
Knowing full well how he despised her weakness, couldn't you, Ji Anning, have a little more backbone?
He's not going to eat you!
After calming her heartbeat, Ji Anning turned to face the mirror, only to realize just how terrible her current appearance was.
The worst wasn't her appearance, but her... clothes.
The white T-shirt, though no longer clinging to her body, had become transparent from the dampness, revealing the red bra underneath, its outline and seams all too clear.
