Zhao Wan struggled with all her might, trying to break free from the man's grip.
However, alcohol had increased the man's strength. A weak little girl was no match for him.
The girl below him kept struggling, so that he could not get his way. The man lost his patience and raised his hand to ruthlessly slap the girl's face.
The blow was so violent Zhao Wan blacked out for a moment and almost fainted. Her strong desire to live helped her to tolerate the dizziness. She endured the burning pain on her cheek and was about to shout for help, but the man was already prepared. He casually picked up the girl's underwear that he had taken off, balled it up, and stuffed it into the girl's mouth.
Zhao Wan's face was already covered in tears. The cold wind blew gently. She was consumed by the cold and the burning pain.
The man's animal-like panting filled her senses.
She could not smell anything other than the alcohol on the man's body.
