The sky was completely dark and the rain was vast. After the street lamp was lit up, it gave off an illusion of being in the evening.
At the fence next to a garbage bin, a disgusting scene was going on.
The man with the square face laughed. Then, he stretched out his greasy palm to hold Su Yurou's delicate face.
"It's so tender and fragrant. You're Su Yurou, aren't you? I remember you. If you dare to keep a gigolo, don't pretend to be pure in front of me!"
Before his voice died down, the man's hand thrusted into Su Yurou's skirt and pinched her hard…
Su Yurou's body shuddered uncontrollably and then kicked randomly. However, she was a woman and her physical strength was far from that of the man's.
Realizing her inability to get rid of his control, Su Yurou was frightened. She yelled at the top of her voice, "Help! Help me!"
