"Heh—"
In the silent night, a man let out a low laugh: "Kiddo, do you know what goes around cos around?"
Song Yi: ".....?"
"Now you’ve crossed , had your fill."
"Later, let’s see if you still want it?"
Song Yi: "...."
She suddenly felt like she had done sothing quite foolish.
...
That night, both of them slept well.
Song Yi was held in his arms, gradually falling asleep.
The joy of having a boyfriend, so much happiness, coming out of the bathroom feeling relaxed and then sleeping in his embrace, was very sweet and blissful.
She drifted off to sleep slowly, a smile on her lips.
Suddenly, it felt like a cold hand had dragged her into a dark place.
Song Yi shivered all over, opened her eyes, and everything around was pitch black, nothing there.
Moreover, it was very cold, very cold, her body was trembling.
"Clack—" Suddenly a door opened with a sound, weak light shone in from outside.
Two n walked in, their footsteps heavy.
Song Yi instinctively hugged herself tightly, her body trembling, unsure how to face this, she simply closed her eyes, trembling.
"This is the one just sent up, right?" one of the n spoke.
"Yes, just arrived, everything has just started, not sure how much she can ntally endure."
"How far along are we now?"
"Now... it’s ti." The man chuckled lecherously.
"Looks quite small, not satisfying. Is she on her period?" the other man asked.
"So young, how could she have one?"
"Tsk." The man seed a bit disdainful.
"You go ahead."
"In a bit, still have to send her to the boss."
Listening to their words, Song Yi felt desperate and helpless, wanting to run but no escape, not knowing which direction to take.
Footsteps approached her, an evil hand grabbed her collar.
"No, don’t, don’t..."
"Bang—!" The door was suddenly kicked open.
The man’s hand stopped in action.
A slender boy stood at the door, backlit, his face unclear, but judging by his height, he looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Who the hell is this?" the man asked.
The boy stepped inside, his eyes carrying a deep hostility, wild and fierce, with a swaggering, unique walk.
A youthful voice answered the man’s words: "I’m your damn father! Beast!"
The boy’s immature voice, filled with anger.
He ca up and threw a fierce punch at the man, with sharp, unreserved force.
Youths at this age are proud and passionate, rebellious, not putting anyone in their eyes.
He was really ruthless; the two n couldn’t fight against him alone.
Song Yi was pulled up by this boy, he said: "I’ll take you out."
At this mont, Song Yi welcod hope, light, in the endless dark world, she was saved.
No more tornt in turns.
Following the boy’s steps, just kept walking, kept walking.
"Bang—!" Suddenly a shot rang out, birds scattered in the forest.
The boy walking beside her instantly fell.
Blood eagerly flowed out, and Song Yi’s eyes instantly reddened, crying loudly.
The boy used his last ounce of strength to push her hard: "Hide."
She stumbled back several steps and rolled down the slope—
"Bang—!" She heard another gunshot.
"No, don’t!"
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