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snow night nightmare

【2】

"Help..." Xi Haitang instinctively wanted to ask for help, but her lips were sealed tightly, and her loud shout became small and broken. No one would find them on the dark and remote terrace.

He has great strength and strong aura, with a heavy feeling as if he will die before his death.

She struggled hard but there was no possibility of breaking free. The alcohol made him become like an animal, without the ability to think, but eager to swallow the prey in his arms.

The sound of the fabric breaking was like a tragic string, rewriting the fate of her life.

The pure angel had his wings broken by the devil and could no longer fly completely.

"Ah..." The tearing pain made her scream, with a trembling, desperate trembling in her voice.

Her tears suddenly stopped, and her opened eyes lost all focus. The painful fact of being raped made her whole body stiff. A warmth slid down from her thighs, sticky and smelling of blood.

A man's natural instinct made him seem to be aware of that special liquid. He stopped moving. In the dim light, drunkenly, he tried to see her face, but could not see clearly, but the aura on his body suddenly changed.

It has become a bit of surprise, a bit of comfort, and a bit of satisfaction.

"Rou'er... I knew you loved me... You left the most precious first time to me... Rou'er... Rou'er..." His affectionate emotion was her nightmare. She was the most precious

For the first time, she was killed in the hands of a drunk man. Every tender voice from him was a sin to her.

The night wind howling in her ears seemed to sympathize with her plight, and the white snowflakes silently paid homage to her innocence that could never be exchanged.

The man refused to relax for a moment, and mercilessly tortured the slender person in his arms all night long. Xi Haitang fainted several times, but every time she woke up, she wished she could die, because every time she woke up, all she felt was the man.

The endless movement, and the low and affectionate whispers: Rou'er, Rou'er.

As the night turns, dawn appears, and the snow begins to fall, the sun in winter seems to have narrowed the distance between people, appearing extraordinarily clear and dazzling. But for Xi Haitang, no matter how warm the sun is,

I can't warm her anymore...


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