Kylie's temples looked wet. As much as possible, she tried to hold back the hand that was made by the young man in front of her.
"Let go! Let go of my hand !!" shouted Kylie with all her might, with one hand holding the fence of her house.
"Hey, let go of your hand on the fence," said the young man casually.
Kylie seemed to be shaking her head. With difficulty, she remained strong and did not make a fuss over her voice that could disturb the neighbors around her.
"All right, if you don't want to follow me out of your house, we better do it in your house," said the young man rudely.
'Do it? What does it mean?' Kylie's mind was getting more and more horror at the young man's words in front of her.
Feeling that Kylie had not made any changes to her position, of course, the young man decided to use the second option.
The young man roughly pushed Kylie into her own house.
