Standing in front of the dormitory door, Li Lingling made sure to compose herself before entering so that her husband Zhao Xiaoming wouldn't discover she had just been secretly meeting with Chen An. Only when Li Lingling couldn't detect anything amiss, she opened her dormitory door.
"Wife, you've finally come back. Hurry over and eat, if you don't eat quickly, the food, which is already a bit cold, will get even less appetizing later."
"Oh, okay, husband, I'll wash my hands and then come to eat."
Li Lingling, because of the intense passion she'd just experienced, coupled with the inconvenience of walking in high heels, walked differently than usual to wash her hands.
"Wife, did you hurt your foot while running just now? Otherwise, why does your foot look so awkward?"
"Ah, that was just now..."
