Zhang Hao finished pulling up his pants and stepped out of the stall first, while Song Xin sat on the toilet lid, still panting heavily, her cheeks flushed with a color that had not yet faded.
Standing in the open space, Zhang Hao coughed twice, and the sound of flushing water came from the second-to-last stall.
Seconds later, a man wearing glasses emerged from inside, and the moment his eyes met Zhang Hao's, his face turned beet red.
Then, with his head down, he hurried away. Zhang Hao took another look at Song Xin and gave her a look, signaling her it was time to come out if she wanted to.
Breathing heavily, Song Xin's chest rose and fell erratically. The recent activities had really exhausted her.
But she cooperated with Zhang Hao, stood up, touched up her hair a little, zipped up her skirt, and came out.
The two of them exited one after the other, and Song Xin bumped into a man who was coming to use the facilities.
