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.

the bed for

and Sophia finally remembered what exciting

hair, not

clear-headed when they did it, and

took the initiative

that if they were keeping score, she was the one

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

right now was what John’s

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

that was the case, then it would

and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she stood in front of

of a b*tch. He must’ve done it on

neck and on her collarbone in the mirror, that gentle feeling in

left was her

somewhere so obvious in the

mean I have to wear high-collar

It was terrible.

face, she returned to the room and

Sophia could speak, he said, “Last night, you and I had

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

assent. “How could I hold myself back in

turned

this

wasn’t like

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

atmosphere die down, and he

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

was taken aback. This blasted son

swore out

a new

time, Sophia didn’t say a word and hung up the

and took two deep breaths, then dropped her phone

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