Men pamper you, their goal is simply to have your body.
If you don't give in, they'll turn against you, just thinking about it is terrifying.
Zhong Lingling didn't even realize that her neck was covered in small strawberries, all left by Xiang Yimo.
During the scuffle, her thighs had also become bruised.
Her clothes were disheveled, so much so that when she walked down the street, there were always young men whistling at Zhong Lingling, and some women pointing and talking about her.
She wanted to go home... home...
But where was the direction of home?
Without money for the bus, and as someone directionally challenged, she simply couldn't find her way home in such a big city.
Moreover, having wandered too far, she didn't even know how to return to Xiang Group to fetch her wallet.
The more Zhong Lingling walked, the more deserted the streets became.
It was getting late in the evening.
Zhong Lingling reached a bridge.
