The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Walking over to the window, he lit a cigarette, then opened half of the window, looking at the night view outside.

There was some feeling of satisfaction from getting payback, for the contents of his chats with Ian actually made him very uncomfortable.

By venting all his feelings on Sophia, the stuffy sensation in his chest was finally gone.

So what if they got divorced? So what if they had bought a ring? Tonight, when they were both clear-headed, he still had her underneath him.

John smoked his cigarette quickly. Soon, only the cigarette butt was left.

He threw the cigarette butt out of the window, and then blew out the cigarette smoke.

After closing the window, John returned to the bed. At this time, Sophia was already deeply asleep, her body curled into a small ball.

John looked at her. After taking a shower just now, the gauze on Sophia’s leg was taken off, and the wound was now exposed.

The wound was actually not that big. He had been careful when washing her just now. The wound was fine after the shower, and seemed like it had healed.

But John still went to grab the first aid kit.

He was very patient as he helped her bandage her wound again before lying down.

After that, he turned off the bedside lamp. The bed was huge, but the two of them slept on each side, separated.

Sophia didn’t wake up until noon the next day, and John was long gone by then.

on the bed for

Sophia finally remembered what exciting things had happened

scratched her hair, not

when they did it,

took the

keeping score, she was the one who actually had

happened on the bed last night, she had already done it with John many times before anyway, so it wouldn’t matter if they did it one more

was

it be that a man’s body and feelings could really be

the case, then it would be

the bathroom to clean herself

of a b*tch. He must’ve done

her collarbone in the mirror, that gentle feeling in her heart disappeared in an

was left was her gnashing her

hickeys somewhere so obvious in the

this mean I have to wear high-collar

It was terrible.

Sophia angrily brushed her teeth and washed her face, she returned to the room and

speak, he said, “Last night, you and I had sex. There is

wanted to ask you, these hickeys

murmured a perfunctory assent. “How could I

face turned

this guy talking

like

for a long time, not knowing what to say in response to John’s

down, and he

Then, she heard John speak again, “You must be exhausted from last night. You should

aback. This blasted son

swore

a new skill last

didn’t say a word

two deep breaths, then dropped her

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