On her way back to her own guest room, feeling like she had barely escaped with her life, Ning Xiaofei closed the door behind her and only then allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief against it.
Raising her right hand, thinking of what she had just been holding, her brows immediately knitted together tightly as she rushed to the bathroom and turned on the faucet.
Soap, hand sanitizer, disinfectant...
After washing her hands meticulously several times, she finally grabbed a paper towel to dry her fingers.
Holding her right hand up to her face, Ning Xiaofei was on the verge of tears—damn it, how was she ever going to be able to use this hand to eat again?!
Her gaze landed on the mirror, and noticing her exposed upper body, her brain buzzed, and she quickly pulled up the bathrobe that had slid down her shoulders and wrapped it tight.
Done for, King of Hell must have seen everything just now...
