Hello, Everyone, My Name Is Lin Xiaoxi

Hi, my name is Lin Xiaoxi. I'm seventeen and in my second year of high school. Everyone calls me a good girl. It was so crowded that people were sweating just from being packed together. Lin Xiaoxi was pinned beside the rear door, the hem of her uniform skirt crumpled where it rubbed against the man's briefcase in front of her. She stared at the mole on the back of his neck. Yesterday, too, that mole had been right there, so close to her ear. His breath had been hot, like a bug crawling over her skin. She slipped a hand into the side pocket of her schoolbag. Her fingertips touched the plastic casing of a utility knife. It was cold. Yesterday, she hadn't dared to do anything. She had only moved aside, but the man had taken that as an invitation and slid his hand down to her waist. Today, she had made sure to pack this in her bag. A few days ago