"Little sister..." A super 'golden lion king' climbed up to my waist infatuatedly, matching my twisting movements
"Handsome guy..." I deliberately accompanied him in his obscene friction. I really wanted to cut him to death with such a scumbag, but... now I really want to play with these obscene men.
"Bang--" Just when I was having a great time, a loud noise exploded like an explosion, and the music, colored lights...all stopped running.
A gloomy figure walked away from me wetly, as if every step was so painful.
I stared blankly at the cold Yan Yeyi in front of me. A beam of white light just hit him, the wet rain soaked his whole body, and his long chestnut-colored hair stuck to his face.
The lips that were purple from the cold were trembling slightly, and the pointed chin was still dripping with rainwater.
He was looking at me with an expressionless expression, his eyes seemed to be struggling in pain.
"Little sister, what kind of green onion is he? He seems to be pulling you hard!" The Golden Retriever Lion King pulled me towards him forcefully, provoking Yan Yeyi in a ruffian way.
"I don't know." I looked at the embarrassed Yan Yeyi coldly, but my heart was twitching and painful.
"You brat, I'm tired of living! How dare you act mischievously on my territory?" As soon as the Golden Retriever Lion King said this, nearly two dozen tough guys walked out from around him.
"Leave a hand." The big men had already picked up their weapons and were approaching Yan Yeyi. Yan Yeyi was not afraid of the large number of people on the other side at all. He still looked at me coldly with a stiff expression.
"Dong" a sharp sound, a thick iron pipe fell hard on Yan Yeyi's back
Yan Yeyi didn't fight back and stood like an ice sculpture
"Pepper, what's wrong?" Darius jumped behind me and looked at the scene in front of him curiously.
"Bang..."
Several more iron pipes fell, hitting Yan Yeyi's back, shoulders, and arms densely...
Every blow hurts tens of millions of times more than hitting myself.
Yan Yeyi, what is he doing? Why doesn't he fight back? Why does he look at me with sad eyes?
No matter how the big men swung the iron rollers, Yan Yeyi's tall body remained motionless. The blood had melted with the water on his white shirt, and the thrilling wounds opened everywhere.
"You brat, you're quite stubborn."
The Golden Retriever Lion King walked up to Yan Yeyi with a glass of red cocktail tail, raised his hand and poured it on Yan Yeyijun's face. A red wine flower bloomed on Yan Yeyi's arrogant face, and the wine dripped.