Two demon slaves were tugging at her clothes, trying to strip her naked and take a closer look at what was unusual about her.
A timid demon slave said, "Alright, stop bullying her. When Master comes back, we'll all be punished."
"Don't worry, we're just playing with her. We won't leave any scars on her. Even if Master comes back, he won't know what we've done."
"But if she complains…"
"She has no evidence. As long as the few of us align our confessions and refuse to admit it, there's nothing she can do about us."
They surrounded Little Huan and messed up her braid. The wreath fell to the ground and was stepped on.
Little Huan neither cried nor made a fuss. She only kept saying Xing Chen's name.
It wasn't until her dress was torn that she suddenly struggled violently.
She pushed the demon slave in front of her away and ran out in a panic.
"Don't let her get away!"
