She turned on the water; the temperature was not too hot, just pleasantly warm as it cascaded over her body. After she was thoroughly soaked, Ma Ling removed the showerhead.
With one leg raised, she directed the spray between her thighs, rinsing continuously.
In fact, she had already showered in the morning after leaving the hotel, but she couldn't shake off the illusion that no matter how much she washed, she couldn't get clean.
Worried that this kind of washing wouldn't cleanse her inside, Ma Ling carefully placed her hand down there. Last night, three men had taken their turn, leaving her mind somewhat in disarray.
Aside from the discomfort in her body, she was young and recovered quickly.
As she bathed, an image that had no business being there surfaced in Ma Ling's mind.
It was as if she saw Zhang Hao pushing the door open and walking towards her.
Instinctively, Ma Ling closed her legs, preserving the last bit of modesty she had as a woman.
