C8 Suspicion Deep Shallow Taste 3

Feeling a pair of strong hands on her waist, she didn't dare move, and the scene from last night began to replay like a movie.

Last night, she accompanied Xue Mi to the Great Fun Club and drank a cup of orange juice. Then, she met a disgusting uncle. Then... the last scene that stopped in her mind was that disgusting uncle walking towards her with lustful eyes while rubbing his hands.

Could it be that the pair of big hands on his waist belonged to that disgusting uncle?

At that moment, a strong wave of nausea and fear quickly spread throughout her entire body. Ding Xuanyao's heart almost stopped beating, and all the blood in her body froze. She really wanted to scream out loud, but she could only use her hands to cover her mouth.

She did not dare to flip over, she did not dare to move, and she did not even dare to breathe heavily. Her head hurt as if it was going to explode and there was a tearing pain under her body. Calm down! Calm down! You must calm down! Without the courage to confront the disgusting uncle who took away her innocence, the only thing she could do was wait for an opportunity. Run!

Fortunately, God pitied her. After a while, the man behind her got up. He even went to the bathroom. Ding Xuanyao originally planned to wait for that disgusting uncle to leave before she got up. But now, she could not lie down for a moment. She had to leave immediately.

She quickly jumped off the bed. The sharp pain made her legs tremble. She couldn't care less about her clothes. She ran around the room twice and only found a few pieces of white cloth.

Ding Xuanyao gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. She opened her eyes again and instantly picked up the black coat on the sofa. She put it on. She put on her canvas shoes and put on her shoelaces. On the coffee table, she saw a black leather wallet. She picked up the wallet and opened it with trembling hands. Inside were all kinds of gold cards.

After a series of flipping, she finally found a few red notes in the inner layer.

Making up her mind, Ding Xuanyao drew one.

She swore that this was really the first time she was very unwilling to do such a thing.

But what should she do? With her current appearance, would she have to walk back to school? Not to mention walking, even if she took a bus, she was still penniless. Her money and phone were both in the military uniform she wore last night.

Closing her wallet, she put it back on the coffee table. Ding Xuanyao supported her sore legs and shakily crawled out of the hotel.

Lin Ruicheng wore a white bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom. He wiped his black hair with a white towel. Suddenly, two cold beams of light shot towards the empty bed like swords. The temperature on the bed had long disappeared, leaving only a dazzling red.

"Ha!" Her beautiful eyebrows slightly knitted, her thin lips tightly pursed, and her gloomy eyes penetrated through the French window. She stared at his favorite coat and stepped into a taxi until the taxi disappeared from her sight. He picked up his phone and dialed Locke's number.

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The school during the weekend was exceptionally quiet, especially in the morning. Ding Xuanyao took undeveloped steps and shakily climbed up to the seventh floor of the dormitory building. When she returned to the dormitory, she collapsed on her own bed.

The dormitory where the four of them stayed was silent. There was only the sound of crying and then there was the sound of crying. It was as if this cry was enough to shed tears for her entire life.

A long, long time...

It was so long that the bedsheets were all wet from her cry that all the strength in her body had been dried up.

Ding Xuanyao loosened her grip on the blanket. Her fingers, which had turned green, were faintly in pain. Only then did she notice that she was still wearing the black coat that came out of the hotel. She powerlessly propped up her body, took out two sets of clothes, and ran towards the bathhouse.

The girl's bathhouse was also on the seventh floor, quite close to her dormitory. However, this was the first time Ding Xuanyao felt that the bathhouse was so far away from her. She walked for a long time but still could not reach it. Perhaps she really wanted to wash away the stains on her body as soon as possible.

Warm water was poured on her delicate body that was covered with kiss marks. Those messy purple and purple spots were like viruses that were filled with bacteria on her body. No matter how she washed them, they could not be washed off.

Fear, shame, and despair once again surged towards her like a tide...

Why? Why? Why did such a thing still happen? When she was seventeen years old, she had escaped a calamity because of Xue Mi. Now, she was still...