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The Woman Who Lived in the Living Room

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Was it a prank?

After hesitating for a while, I put the paper back into the magazine and walked to the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm not okay," the woman moaned in pain. "Can you help me? My leg is cramping."

I pushed the door and it was opened directly. The hot steam gushed out.

There was a curtain between the bathroom and the toilet.

Through the glass wall, I saw the woman bending down and sitting inside. I couldn't see her face clearly,

She was still groaning, and I could feel her pain when I heard it.

"Can you throw the bathrobe to me?" she asked.

I saw the bathrobe on the table of the washbasin. I picked it up, turned my back, reached out from the open door, and handed it to her.

She took it over and made rustling sounds.

I guessed she was wiping her body.

After a while, she said, "Could you come in and help me up?"

I said, "Okay." I turned around and found that she had already wrapped herself in the bathrobe. I breathed a sigh of relief.