Feng Zhiwei ran quickly, as if she didn't hear anything.
But then she felt a tightening around her waist as her body was grabbed, and she heard the man yell from behind her:
"If you don't save me, I'll say that you raped me!"
Feng Zhiwei stopped short and turned around slowly. She pointed to herself and asked in disbelief: "Me? Rape you?"
The man flashed a charming smile, gathering some loose hair behind his ear and nodding. He pointed to his ripped clothes, "Look, you ripped my clothes. Irrefutable proof."
Feng Zhiwei barked out laughter in angry disbelief. "Just look at your honor's old face, with wrinkled crevices deep enough to bury people alive. Me rape you?"
"Hey, can you have some conscience?" The man said heatedly, pushing his chin forward and showing off his face. "I have an old face? Old face? Old face?"
