Narrowly escaping death, it's hard to know what kind of mood that brings.
"Xixi, are you scared?"
She shook her head, straightforwardly: "Maybe because I haven't faced a real life-and-death crisis, I honestly don't find it that terrifying..."
In fact, she was still dizzy and disoriented, only caught in wild imaginings. That sleazy guy, was it really a coincidence or was he directed by someone?
Blonde, low-class, repulsive face, unbearably vulgar, the disgusting feeling as those filthy big hands grazed past the hips... Dear god. Such a sleazy man, do you really expect me to consider him a savior?
But then, how else can you explain it?
The main door slammed shut.
Zhou Ting's face was darker than the sky outside.
