"The wind seems to have died down, I need to go home, pack my bags, grab some cash, and make a run for it!" The oppressive life made Li Huiwen no longer want to stay. Wanting to take advantage of the night, she quickly got out of bed and hurriedly put on her uniform.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked at the tangled silk stockings, which she had torn with her thumb in her haste. Frustrated, Li Huiwen threw them away, slipped into her high-heels, grabbed her handbag, and took nothing else.
As soon as she opened the door, a strong smell of fresh blood assaulted her nostrils. She looked at the bloodstain on the floor in the corridor and glanced at the neighbor's partially open door.
"I won't put up with this, you heartless bastard, I'm fighting back!" the woman, with a swollen, bloody face, roared as she grabbed an empty beer bottle from the table and smashed it against the man's head, but sadly, she lacked the strength.
