The little girl blocked me outside the wall and threatened me fiercely with a utility knife. If I didn't leave Master Deng, she would scratch my face.
It's really troublesome, ruthless people don't talk so much.
I grabbed the knife and stabbed myself in the wrist. The blood rushed directly to her face, frightening the little girl to the point where her legs weakened on the spot.
The cell phone in my pocket kept popping up messages, from the delicate young man who shared my pain and was lying recovering from his injuries with three broken ribs.
Why is my hand suddenly bleeding? Damn it, who is pinching my ass!
What's wrong with you? Talk! Hey!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
