"I'm sorry, I lost control of my emotions." After a long time, Ayako sat up, her nostrils slightly twitching.
"There's no need to apologize for that. Allowing guests to express their emotions is part of my service," Xu Xiaoyou said. "Sometimes, girls who get drunk throw up all over me too, and that's quite common."
The woman's eyes grew a bit more complex, yet she said nothing, merely holding Xu Xiaoyou's hand tightly, releasing it and then grasping it again.
The shadow cast by the sunlight inclined as the washing machine stopped rolling, the clothes on the rack gradually drying, and the sound of damp dripping ceased.
