Chapter 538 : Who is in charge of ups and downs: If you don't want to die, get out
Soon, the dance floor became more chaotic and unbearable. Even though Aye reminded me, I was still pushed away and pulled away.
Damn it, I can do anything with a fever in my head. Now I feel like I'm under general anesthesia and I can't break free.
I might as well be like a professional dancer, twisting my slim body in the middle of the dance floor
Maybe he was drunk and felt that the chaos around him was normal
Several men surrounded me and danced with me, holding back the fragility of wanting to cry. I don’t know how much pain was hidden under those charming smiles.
It hurts, it hurts so much, I can't numb myself, my soul feels like it's struggling in hell.
Several men gradually surrounded me, looking greedily at every inch of my exposed skin with their slutty mouths.
I was drunk, but I still stayed awake. I carefully watched the men's movements and tried not to touch them.
Unprepared, I didn't know who it was, and took advantage of the chaos to suddenly hug my waist. Maybe it was because I was sensitive, so I turned around and punched him.
Because my punch worked, soon a large group of people approached me angrily
Before I could ask Aye for help, I was buried in the crowd and surrounded by a group of men. I didn’t even have the strength to slap myself. I wanted to wake up, I had to wake up.
But the more I struggled, the fuzzy my brain became. If someone touched my body, I would burst into tears.
I don’t want it, it’s so dirty, I was wrong, the exhaustion in my heart and the vague will make my struggle useless.
"Go away!" I was in a trance, and a familiar voice made me grab a life-saving straw and try to raise my head.
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out." The man who surrounded me was pulled away by someone and was thrown aside violently.
The colorful lights were flashing, and Darius stood in front of me, panting. With blurred vision, I couldn't see his expression clearly, but I just felt that he should be very anxious.
Seeing me like this, he was not angry, but felt more distressed
Darius stretched out his hand and touched my face. The coldness of his trembling palms made me feel comfortable.
Like a wandering wanderer who has found some dependence, the fragile tears can no longer be controlled, and they keep flowing out, and the makeup on the face is stained by crying.
Touching my tears, Darius pulled me into his arms lovingly, holding my weak body tightly so that I could cry against him.