C38 Pond fish

The clock on the living room wall ticked. It was already past one in the morning.

Zhao Yilan was sitting on the sofa. Her hair was in disarray and her eyes were red. Her front lapels and bra had been torn off.

She was still recalling the scene from before with a lingering fear in her heart.

When Huo Yelin was about to get his hands on her, she slapped him with a crisp smack