Wan Yilei let out a despairing scream and hurriedly rushed under the faucet, desperately trying to wash herself with water.
In the moment the cold water struck her face, she suddenly remembered that this facial cleanser was the one she had borrowed from Chen Mengjie. Back when she was on good terms with Zhang Lingyan, she certainly didn't lack quality items by her side...
After washing her face, the mirror indeed reflected a clean visage, and Wan Yilei breathed a sigh of relief. She picked up the towel from the rack and began to dry her face.
But at the instant the towel touched her face, the fibers, a goose-yellow color, suddenly grew wildly in the blink of an eye, engulfing her entire face securely inside, twisting and screaming non-stop, "Qian Xinyi, Qian Xinyi, my master Qian Xinyi!"
The towel's fibers tied tight knots behind her head, and no matter how hard she pulled, they felt incredibly sturdy.
