She picked up her dress from the floor and hastily put it on, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and ran out.
The wide corridor bathed in warm crystal light was noisy, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Damn, Sophie, what happened to you!" Eva rushed over, pushing her into a private room and slammed the door shut.
"Oh my god, who violated you?"
Eva was almost scared to death by Sophie's current appearance—clothes in disarray, hair slightly messy, ambiguous marks on her neck, and an unnatural blush on her face. Anyone who has experienced such a thing would know what she went through.
With so many people passing through the corridor just now, they must have seen her in this disheveled state. Fortunately, she came out looking for her in time, caught sight of her at once, and pushed her into the private room. If she had been a little slower and someone took a photo and put it online, what would they do? It would be irreparable.
