Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox Chapter 276: Being the Boss’s Woman

The girl walked slowly towards the alleyway entrance.

Only one streetlamp lit the alleyway entrance, perhaps due to age, its light was very dim.

When Song Nuan reached the alleyway entrance, she couldn’t help but feel the wind had grown colder.

She peeked into the pitch-black alley and softly called out for Mimi.

"ow~" The cat responded to Song Nuan.

But there was no sign of the cat in the dark alley entrance.

The alley, once entered, had no residents; it was often a place where so schoolboys arranged fights.

Song Nuan stood there, lightly pressing her lips together.

Ultimately, out of fear, she didn’t go in and gave up searching for the cat.

She turned to walk toward the brighter area under the streetlamp.

Just as she turned, a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder.

Song Nuan shivered all over.

"You’ve co all the way here, why leave?" A teasing voice of a young boy suddenly sounded in Song Nuan’s ear.

"I told you these young girls are drawn by a cat’s call, just get a cat to ow, that’s all it takes."

Soone spoke proudly from behind her.

Song Nuan licked her lips, forcing herself to stay calm, thinking of thousands of ways to escape, but there seed to be four or five of them.

If she ran, she might not get away.

Song Nuan was quite aware of herself, what with her short legs and poor physical condition.

This was just perfect.

When bad luck hits, it chooses soone like her who has short legs, can’t run fast, and is in poor condition. There’s just no escape.

"Little sister, turn around and let brother see you. From afar at the school gate, brother couldn’t see you clearly, but from a distance, you looked so pretty. Don’t disappoint brother, okay?"

The boy held Song Nuan’s shoulder, wanting to turn her around to face him, but Song Nuan resisted.

"Hey~" The boy griped slightly: "Given the chance to be the leader’s woman, you’re still not happy?"

"...If I beco the leader’s woman, do I have to wear formal attire every ti we go out?"

The boy was montarily dumbfounded by Song Nuan’s question but answered: "Naturally, the leader’s image must be maintained."

"I don’t want to be the leader’s woman." Song Nuan’s voice trembled slightly, answering softly: "Wearing formal attire is for grave visits."

"I don’t want to." Song Nuan spoke, almost crying: "Being the leader’s woman surely ans everyday will be filled with violence, surely there’ll be casualties."

"I don’t want to wear formal attire to funerals every day, boo hoo hoo..."

"..." The leader was speechless.

"Isn’t there sothing wrong with her head?" One of the boys said.

Eventually, Song Nuan was forcibly turned to face all of them.

Song Nuan was pretty, with large almond-shaped eyes, bright and pure.

Her face had so baby fat, looking very cute, but there was a refreshing aura about her—a delicate little smart girl.

To describe her in a word, she was like a little fairy.

"Really not bad looking, didn’t expect to arrange a group fight and see such a pretty little beauty."

A few boys with brightly dyed hair, clearly non-mainstream social types.

They pulled Song Nuan into the depths of the alley.

Song Nuan tried to struggle free but was too weak, unable to break free, she was ready to kick them.

The next second, a bright light flashed in her eyes—