"Yuting, was that you calling just now?"
Lu Feifei, who had just finished taking a shower, thought she heard some noise in the bathroom.
So, wearing slippers, she walked curiously to the door.
"Whimper... whimper..."
But when she listened closely, she didn't get a response from Jiang Yuting.
What came were merely some pained grunts.
This made Lu Feifei even more puzzled.
"Yuting, are you alright?"
She knocked lightly on the door, asking curiously.
But other than those grunts, there was silence.
Feeling strange, Lu Feifei hurriedly turned the doorknob.
Fortunately, it was not locked from the inside.
But as she pushed the door open, she was met with a terrifying scene.
Jiang Yuting was bound hand and foot, lying in a spread-eagle position on the bed.
And a sock had been stuffed into her mouth, which was then wrapped with stockings.
The entire scene was a struggle of utter dishevelment.
