The next morning, Lu Wanwan was woken up by the alarm, tired all over.
The bed was especially messy, her bathrobe was thrown far away, and she hadn't managed to put on her pajamas.
Her body ached unbearably, her waist felt like it was about to break, and she was more exhausted than the previous times.
She struggled to get up, rubbed her face with both hands, and decided never to provoke a man with words at an inopportune time again.
After getting dressed, she noticed that the embarrassing lingerie box from yesterday was gone—she didn't know whether it had been put away or thrown away.
It was better this way; otherwise, she always felt like there was a ticking time bomb beside her.
Although it was early autumn and still time for shorts and T-shirts, Lu Wanwan glanced at the marks on her body and decisively put on a long-sleeved shirt.
The silky, light fabric would not be too hot and would cover what needed to be covered on her body.
