The cold felt like a steel blade, fiercely tearing through her skin, invading her fibers, and seeping into her spine.
There was no mistake; it was Bai Youyou's voice.
Any trace of intoxication vanished in an instant from fear, and she hurriedly rose from the hot spring water, her chest heaving violently, her eyes darting to the wooden bench beside her, where she discovered her clothes had disappeared.
Did the female attendant take them?
"Anya!? Anya!"
She loudly called the girl's name, but there was no response.
After a while, she suddenly remembered something and stood in place, stunned.
She had forgotten she had sent Anya to language training this afternoon.
"It's game over, it seems." Xu Xiaoyou uttered involuntarily.
Everything happened too suddenly, leaving her no time to buffer.
Xu Xiaoyou's feverish mind gradually calmed down.
She shook her head, ridding her mind of all distractions, ensuring she was in a state to think rationally.
What exactly happened?
