C245 An Anonymous Intimate Photo(2)

Panting heavily, the beads of sweat on her forehead hit the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. Her knees and palms were burning hot. Her white skirt had been stained with dust and blood. She must be in a bad shape now.

A shadow covered her. Without looking, one could tell who it was.

A cold voice came from above her head, "Have you had enough?"

"It's none of your business