Inside the restroom, An Li used the hotel's liquid soap, vigorously scrubbing away the stains on her clothes.
After washing her face three or four times, she lowered her head to sniff it again.
For some reason, the unpleasant smell of alcohol just wouldn't go away.
An Li was only wearing a casual shirt inside. Although it was still cold in early spring, her coat was thick enough.
But now, as it was already half-wet, she feared she would catch a cold if she wore it outside later.
As she was pondering, someone came in behind her.
An Li focused on cleaning the dirt and didn't pay attention to the person behind her, just assuming someone else came in to use the restroom.
What she didn't expect was that just as she was wondering if she should wash it again, a pair of hands reached from behind along her slender waist.
An Li was startled, thinking maybe it was Qiu Yingying following her in again.
