Quick Travel: The heartthrob beauty is forced to open for business

The last section is physical education.

Muning followed the girls to the lounge to change into sportswear.

The delicate and beautiful girl stood out among the crowd, and other classes passing by all looked at her.

The exclamations and sticky eyes looked over everyone's shoulders, staring blankly at Muning who was walking in the middle.

When the girls in class three saw everyone's infatuated expressions, they stood on tiptoes to block their sight, and glared angrily and fiercely at the people who coveted the beauty.

The beauties are from their class, so they are not allowed to look at them!

Muning was surrounded by fragrant and soft girls. She felt dizzy, as if she were wrapped in cotton, and her pretty face was red with embarrassment.

She is really not tall, so she can't see anything in such a blocked position, and she follows passively.

After walking for a while, we finally arrived in front of the lounge. On the left is the men's changing room and on the right is the women's changing room.

The lounge was very large, with many separate changing compartments and wardrobes. Muning hurriedly hid in a changing room when the girls enthusiastically wanted to help her change clothes.

The girls outside were still knocking on the door. Muning quickly locked the door. After hearing no movement outside the door, she breathed a sigh of relief. She hung the clothes she had been holding in her arms on the wall and slowly took off her clothes.

She pinched the hem of her school uniform with her slender white fingers and slowly raised her arm, revealing a large expanse of white and tender skin around her waist. The cool air blew gently, turning it into a faint pink color.

Muning didn't change clothes very fast, and her hair got stuck in her clothes during the process. The stupid beauty almost cried, so she held back the moisture in her eyes and carefully took off her shirt.

One piece after another, the sound of clothes rubbing together was sparse in the silent space, sounding a bit ambiguous.

The sportswear was a bit too big for Muning and was loose on her body, but it gave her a sense of laziness. Ordinary sweatshirts gave her the feeling of attending a fashion show.

Muning fixed her hair in the mirror. The mirror reflected an extremely beautiful face. The corners of her eyes were dyed a bright red because her hair got stuck while changing clothes. Her red lips were slightly opened, and her pink tongue and messy hair were faintly visible. Coupled with this feeling of fragmentation, it is both lustful and delicate.

After finishing her appearance, Muning was about to open the door, but something unexpected happened.

"Ahhh!"

"Why did it suddenly get dark?!"

“Is there a power outage?!”

"What's going on? Is there anyone? Hurry up and contact someone..."

The lights flickered and suddenly dimmed.

Muning's hand was still holding the doorknob, and she couldn't help but squeeze her hand as she heard the shouts and voices of girls in her ears.

There was darkness in front of him. In the darkness, people's fear would arise. The shouts of the girls brought Muning a little sense of security.

At least, at least she's not alone.

Muning was not afraid of the dark, but that didn't mean she could stay in the dark. Her breathing gradually became faster, and the girls' voices became quieter and quieter.

"Who, who is coming..."

In the darkness, Muning heard subtle, soft footsteps. She took a step back and groped the wall with her right hand. She remembered that there was a clothes hanger on the wall where she hung it.

Holding the clothes hanger tightly, the girl swallowed. She looked in the direction of the footsteps with vigilance and fear. She couldn't see anything. She wanted to speak again, but found that her voice was hoarse and her legs were shaking.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, walking very slowly, as if a skilled hunter was sure that the prey he had been waiting for was in front of him, and he was excited and in control of everything, admiring the last struggle of the prey.