C190 It Doesn't Matter If a Man Has a Scar!

After washing it over and over again, I washed all the traces of him in the depths of my body. My skin was rubbed until it hurt, and then I powerlessly turned off the tap. Standing there, my heart felt like it was dead.

After the cold water had been washed away, I walked out again. I cleaned the sofa and the carpet. I still felt that there were traces of that bastard