Outside the window, a torrential downpour enveloped the city.
The wintery Shanghai hadn't seen such heavy rain in a long while.
The rainfall cleansed the city, and the sound of rain could mask most other noises.
For instance, the incoherent babble within the bedroom.
"I'm going to take a shower," Cheng Zhu whispered in her ear.
...
In the bedroom, a curled up Hu Yan gradually came to.
As she listened to the running water from the bathroom, she stared blankly at the ceiling, but the view was blurred because she wasn't wearing her glasses.
"How did things suddenly end up like this?" she wondered.
Then, she quickly glanced in the direction of the bathroom, listening to the persistent sound of water.
In a flash, her mind raced with scenes, the likes of which she had seen in videos and comics, showing men and women after the act.
"What am I thinking about?" Hu Yan thought to herself.
Just then, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
