When Vichy woke up the next day and reached out her hands, a quilt slipped off her shoulder.
She was stunned and saw the familiar surroundings before she realized that she had stayed in Gim Hall's villa last night.
Opening the quilt, she was startled by her white thighs.
The clothes she wore last night had disappeared, and she was wearing a nightdress, which was the one she had left here.
She got up and ran to the bathroom. She looked at her body in the mirror. There were no kisses or other traces of s*x. She was relieved, but then, there was a burst of regret in her heart, what was she expecting?
She opened the wardrobe. The clothes inside were the same as before. No one seemed to have moved them all the time. Her red fingernails lingered between the clothes, her mouth slightly hooke
