Her heart was beating too fast, and her breath had already lost its calm. Xu Xia was really afraid he'd notice something unusual about her.
Wiping away the droplets on her cheeks, Xu Xia lifted her face to look at her reflection in the mirror.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, her face was flushed with a tempting red, her eyes were filled with a watery look, and her lipstick was smudged, long devoured by him into bits and pieces. On her exposed neck outside the dress, there were several marks he'd left, making the dim bathroom light feel ambiguous and heart-throbbing.
"Need me to come in and help?!"
Outside, Leng Zirui's lazy voice drifted in.
"No need!"
Xu Xia quickly refused, swiftly wiped her face clean, took out a makeup box to touch up, tidied her slightly messed-up hair, applied some powder to slightly cover the marks on her neck and shoulders, then turned to hold the doorknob. She took three deep breaths, feeling her mood was calm enough, then smiled and opened the door.
