Mu Xiaojiu finally wore a satisfied smile, the star-like, beautiful eyes behind the sunglasses shimmering with joyful, dark luster.
Long fingers traced over her cheek as his thin lips slowly curled upward, "I really want... to make you cry right now."
"..."" Freak! Pervert! Ruffian!
But she didn't dare utter a word, remembering all too well they had just walked to the edge of the small woods behind the school.
This place, it was said to be really... that.
Every evening, people often heard the sounds of men and women here.
Of course, those girls' voices, just like Uncle described, were crying out...
She didn't know if their tears were real or fake. She was forced by Uncle with no other choice but to endure his forcefulness even while crying.
But for them... just dating, if a boyfriend was really that rough, it'd be better to be without one.
Thinking about it, her face immediately turned bright red.
