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

slowly returned, and Sophia finally remembered what

her hair, not feeling any

clear-headed when they did

John took

that if they were keeping score, she was the one who actually

the bed last night, she had already done it with John many times before anyway, so it wouldn’t matter if

wondering right now was what John’s

it be that a man’s body and feelings

then it would be really

up. She put on her pajamas and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. When

son of a b*tch. He must’ve done it

marks on her neck and on her collarbone in

was

somewhere

this mean I have to wear

It was terrible.

washed her face,

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

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

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

face turned red

is this guy

wasn’t like

time, not knowing what to say in response to

the atmosphere die down, and he

John speak again, “You must be exhausted from last night.

This blasted son of

almost swore

a new

didn’t say a word

stood still and took two deep breaths, then dropped her phone on the

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