Mo Feijun played with the silk thread wrapped around his fingertips and replied coolly, "What are you wearing clothes for? It's so exciting to play like this."
Yun Dieyi pouted, irritated. The flower-picking man had just raped and bestially with clothes, so he could be considered a beast in clothes. Now that he is not wearing clothes, he really does not live up to his name.
At this time, the kidnapped woman's cries gradually became louder and more widespread. Her vocal cords were trembling. She covered the spring light in front of her with both hands, but she was horrified to find that she couldn't find any clothes to cover her body.
Just now, her clothes had been torn to pieces by the man picking flowers.
Yun Dieyi turned slightly and looked at the woman in front of her. When she was considering whether to lend her her coat, the woman suddenly slammed into the tree behind her.
In the blink of an eye, blood spread on the top of her head, and scarlet blood flowed out from the wound. When she realized that she was still conscious, the first thing she said was, "Why am I not dead yet?"
Looking at the woman who attempted suicide in front of her, Yun Dieyi really wanted to tell her some more professional ways to die, and teach her how to die completely, so that she would not be so worried.
But in the end, he still tried his best to lower his voice and looked at the woman, "You haven't been harmed, so you don't have to die to fulfill your reputation."
Unexpectedly, the woman suddenly blinked her eyes full of water drops and looked at Yun Dieyi with infinite sorrow, "My innocence is gone."
Yun Dieyi twitched the corner of her mouth helplessly, "Don't worry, you don't even have to be red, your innocence is still there."
The man picking flowers just tore off her clothes and didn't really do anything to her.
The woman in front of her had not yet left the court, and her mother probably had not had time to teach her how to be innocent, but she actually asked her to do so, and Yun Dieyi was speechless.
The woman with tears streaming down her face then spoke, "Really? But he has touched me in so many places just now..."
As if she was embarrassed to continue speaking, she just looked down over and over again at the area touched by the flower picker's hands, and then her face was filled with despair and sadness.
Yun Dieyi suddenly felt that the woman in front of her was wasting her time, "There are so many people who have touched you. Your mother must have touched you when you were a child, when she was changing your clothes, and when she was taking a bath for you."
After all, why are you thinking of committing suicide now?"
Okay, she knows that women in ancient times valued chastity, but does it need to go to this extent?