After taking the medicine, Wang Xiangxiang still did not speak; Xiaoxiao's eyes were filled with heartache. "Sister Wang, you should go back to bed and lie down. After a good sleep, you won't have a fever when you wake up tomorrow."
Wang Xiangxiang followed Xiaoxiao's instructions and returned to bed. Lifting the covers, she saw the bloodstains she had left, a stark reminder of her lost virginity.
She lay down, turning her back to Xiaoxiao, and closed her eyes.
Seeing that she was resting again, Xiaoxiao tidied up the bowls and chopsticks and left the room.
Once Xiaoxiao was gone, Wang Xiangxiang couldn't control herself any longer. She covered her mouth with both hands, fearing that Xiaoxiao would hear her crying. Alone under the covers, she wept silently, her body trembling from time to time.
When Xiaoxiao returned to the room, the silent Wang Xiangxiang finally spoke, "Xiaoxiao, I want to take a bath."
"Sister Wang, you still have a high fever?"
