Whose hand could it be anyway?
Xiao Yu felt that D, who was behind her, leaning against the cabinet looking for matches, had turned around. His hand landed on her buttocks, and before he could feel the soft touch, he squinted and screamed. With a swing of his arm, the knife on the table was bumped by a hand and fell.
The blade cut into D's shoe and the top of his foot.
He screamed in pain!
Slam! The open cabinet was closed by D's arm.
At that moment, the whole room lit up.
As Xiao Yu was turning around, she saw something inside the now-closed cabinet just in that instant of light.
A plastic bag was barely wrapping something, and it was sticking to a wet piece of white paper, round and plump.
