After Shen Lang left, she hailed a cab and checked into a nearby hotel.
She was indeed disappointed. It was a faint feeling, not an intense one, but it coiled lightly around her heart, a scratching sensation that made her chest tighten. It took a long time for the feeling to subside.
She looked in the mirror at her swollen, red lips. Pressing them together firmly, they grew even redder, as if about to bleed. A flash of crimson anger swept across her delicate features.
...How utterly shameless.
She had indulged him for too long, to the point where he actually dared to force himself on her.
She turned on the tap, wet a washcloth, and scrubbed at her mouth until her lips burned with a fiery pain and a red ring formed around them. Only then did she stop. She nonchalantly wrung out the washcloth and draped it over the edge of the sink.
She would just treat it as if she'd been bitten by a dog.
…
「The next day.」
