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.

sat on the bed for a long

returned, and Sophia finally remembered what exciting

her hair, not feeling

did it, and so was

took the initiative

they were keeping score, she was the one

night, she had already done it with John many times before anyway, so it wouldn’t matter if they did

was what John’s

body and

the case, then it

went to the bathroom

son of a b*tch. He must’ve done

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

was left was her gnashing

hickeys somewhere so obvious in the

I have to wear high-collar

It was terrible.

her face, she returned to the

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

it. “I was clear-headed yesterday. Wouldn’t I know this? I just wanted to ask you, these hickeys on my neck, you did it

murmured a perfunctory assent. “How could I hold myself back in a situation

face turned

is this guy talking

wasn’t like this

knowing what to say

the atmosphere die down,

be exhausted from last night. You

aback. This blasted son of

swore out

a

a word and hung

stood still and took two deep breaths, then

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