In the blink of an eye, Pan Qiuxiang's face was completely covered, leaving only her eyes exposed.
Pan Qiuxiang's eyes were filled with an undisguised terror, yet she remained kneeling on the ground. After all, she was just a woman, and she couldn't stop trembling all over.
"Thank you, Master, thank you!" Pan Qiuxiang said, not daring to touch her own face.
This process lasted for more than ten minutes.
The insects on Pan Qiuxiang's face began to fall off as if they had died, slowly dropping into the foot basin.
"Pour out the footwash water, and then go to the bathroom to check your face," the middle-aged man said, drying his feet on Pan Qiuxiang, then reclining on the sofa to watch TV.
Pan Qiuxiang stood stunned, as if she had thought of something. She quickly picked up the footwash water and rushed into the bathroom.
"Ah...! How is this possible?"
Almost as soon as she entered the bathroom, Pan Qiuxiang screamed.
