An hour later, I came out of the bathtub.
I wiped the water droplets off my body with a towel and saw my face in the mirror.
There were bruises on my cheeks and mouth, and on my arms and legs.
When I was in danger, God sent a brave knight to save me.
The knight was outside. I put on a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom.
I was very grateful to him for saving me.
Klein looked at me. He poured me a cup of juice.
"You look a bit better." Klein's voice was very pleasant to listen to.
I walked to a single sofa, sat down, and reached out to hold the glass of juice.
Klein looked at me. "What's wrong with your face? Did those two bad guys hit you?"
I shook my head and replied, "Today is my unlucky day. I was beaten by Connie and Emma."
I was still very angry. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have met those two b*stards.
But thinking of this, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind, "How could it be so coincidental?"