C421 Yuh Jiaojiao Was That Ghost

Jiaojiao hesitated for a moment. She was really uncomfortable. Earlier, she had only managed a quick wipe-down in the room. The water was cold, and she couldn't clean for long. With just one basin of water, it got dirty fast, so there was no way to get truly clean—she just made do.

And then there was her hair. Those jerks had dumped blood and alcohol over her head