Since there were no outsiders, and the house servants followed rules, Fu Jinqiao never locked her doors at home.
She threw her handbag on the bed and entered the bathroom, almost screaming when she saw herself in the mirror.
The mascara had smudged all over her face, with black streaks, and her lips were marked with smeared lipstick, clearly from being fiercely kissed.
She covered her face with her hands, no wonder her dad had told her to take a bath.
She was thoroughly embarrassed!
To be able to kiss her face in that state, Mu Qianfan really made an effort.
She needed to take a shower quickly—this was sloppiness inviting more sloppiness, sloppy to the extreme.
She quickly stripped off her evening gown and pulled off her nipple covers and panties, then turned on the shower.
Perhaps she was in a good mood, as she started humming a song.
After washing up, her reflection in the mirror was a pure, flawless face once again.
