"Retreat," they whispered lowly, as Ji Wushuang watched their retreating figures. She struggled to rise, her clothes torn apart.
Her pale skin bore the marks left by a man, bruises scattered across her body, starkly impossible to ignore.
On her neck, shoulders, collarbone, and chest, on her arms and thighs, were all the traces of a man's fierce bites, while her neck was covered with a dense pattern of kiss marks.
Her body was smeared all over with the man's saliva, sticky and foul-smelling, the body odor on him permeating her.
"Ah, disgusting," Ji Wushuang sobbed softly.
Never before had she felt as utterly revolted as she did now.
The stuff those black men left on her was suffocating, making her want to vomit.
At the moment, her entire body ached as though it had been run over by a truck; she bit down hard and tried to get up, her legs so weak she could barely stand.
