A girl has been raped. Even if you don't care, the environment will put great pressure on you. The pain it brings will usually be carried with you for a lifetime.
The alley was a bit narrow, and two men fell there, blocking half of the road.
"Damn it! If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink!" Two people on the ground got up one after another, covering their noses and rubbing the back of their heads, cursing fiercely.
The thunder is still ringing, as if waiting for an ending, regardless of winning or losing.
The villain holding Miaomiao retreated Miaomiao into the arms of another person and leaned towards me.[
"What are you doing? Follow me obediently. I'll keep you happy and happy. It's not too late to invite me later." The man on the stone bench didn't stop.
I took two steps back, and he took two steps closer.
I couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness, but his tone was definitely not good.
Moreover, it's very strange. It's either that or, uh, when it's in heat, it doesn't look like a bad wolf; instead, it looks like a hound, with obvious calmness and purpose. It feels different and more dangerous.
Yes, maybe this is what I find weird and makes me feel panicked.
Maybe this sixth sense is weird, but I didn't have time to think about it in my hurry.
As lightning flashed between us, I saw the fierce and decisive expression on the man's face. I probably didn't expect that the three of us would be so difficult to deal with.
Miaomiao didn't know where she was hit. She didn't scream much now, and the sound of kicking and beating also stopped. A painful cry came from her throat.
Suddenly, I felt a little tired.
I really want to go home. At least, there is 24-hour security downstairs.
There is a security door at home, and it is comfortable inside. They will put hot water for me, set up a table of delicious food, and urge me to take a bath, eat, do homework, take a shower, and go to bed first.
What if something goes wrong?
Will Yin Yijie take care of me?
How comfortable?
Is he still at home, waiting for me to come home?
The man on the stone bench turned his nostrils to the sky and sneered, "I've tried it on your mother. It tastes pretty good, but it's too old and loose at the bottom. Why don't I try it on you now, maybe it will be better than your mother's."
"Boss, do you want to try it first? Maybe it hasn't bloomed yet."
The man with the snub nose has a grudge against me, and his tone is particularly sinister.guli