Will left by car, and Jessica upstairs had also gotten out of bed and walked into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror looking at herself.
In the mirror, her cheeks were flushed, her lips already swollen and reddened.
There were no marks on her body, except for several pale red ones on one side of her neck, thinking that they were left by Will's kisses, she could only punch the mirror in anger.
The mirror cracked from the spot where her fist hit, reflecting countless fragmented images of her.
"Will, from today on, it's either you or me, but not both!"
Turning around, she slammed the bathroom door and prepared to leave. She took a few steps then stopped, looking down at her legs.
The damned bastard had actually taken her underwear; if she went out like this, she would inevitably flash everyone.
