She returned to her small room and kept washing her body over and over again, attempting to wash away all traces Ding Long had left on her. The water splashed onto her face, mixing with her tears. She bit her lip tightly and rubbed continuously, remembering Ding Long's kiss on her lips last night, she rubbed her lips incessantly.
Ding Jinshi desperately wanted to replace her skin, to change it to a clean and fresh one.
Despite the morning shift, Ding Jinshi was still late. She put on makeup, trying to hide all her distress beneath the cosmetics. Her cracked and swollen lips were also covered with a face mask.
"Ding Jinshi, fully armed like this? What's going on?" a coworker asked concernedly upon seeing that Ding Jinshi, who was never late, had arrived late.
"Caught a cold, feeling awful, so I'm wearing a mask to avoid infecting you all." Ding Jinshi's voice was hoarse, thus the excuse turned out to be flawless.
