The scene of the women's fight gradually quieted down.
The reason was exhaustion and tiredness.
Mu Qiu was panting heavily, leaning on the edge of the pool, with a deep purple lip mark still vaguely visible on her face.
Everyone else was also resting at the edge, with no intention of competing any further.
Guan Yu lay there sideways, looking at the transparent ball that had drifted away at some point, gasping, "Our, our ball, ran away. Do we, do we still chase it?"
Mu Qiu, deflated, shook her head, "No strength left, let's leave it to fate."
Bai Shu seemed more spirited, exchanging a glance with Chuchu in the water, both seemingly restless.
"Sister Bai Shu, did you see what's inside that ball?"
Bai Shu: "Didn't see. But it probably isn't a makeup remover."
Chuchu sighed in disappointment, "Ah, then who has the last makeup remover ball? Sister Guan Yu hasn't removed her makeup yet."
"You should ask that group over there."
