Amid Ai Jiang’s hysterical roars, Xia Wan’an saw a man, unbuttoning his shirt and approaching her with ill intentions...
The depths of the man’s eyes were filled with nauseating lust and evil. With every step he drew closer, Xia Wan’an could sll the strong scent of tobacco and alcohol on him—he must not have taken a bath for several days; mingled in those suffocating odors was a faint sourness.
Instinctive disgust rose in Xia Wan’an’s stomach, and she unconsciously began to shrink back, but her bound body, no matter how much she retreated, rely pressed tighter against the pillar.
Ultimately, the man reached her. Excitedly, he threw his sour and unbuttoned shirt to the ground and eagerly lunged at Xia Wan’an.
The scent that made Xia Wan’an’s stomach churn instantly filled her nostrils. Instinctively, she retched and quickly dodged the man’s approaching face. She knew that her resistance would only provoke more violent treatnt from the man, or even excite him further, but instead of being passive, she lifted her unbound foot and kicked out at the man’s torso without any technique.
Perhaps driven by an overwhelming will to survive, the strength Xia Wan’an mustered was surprisingly great. The man, caught off guard as he lunged at her, was kicked right in the nose by Xia Wan’an. He cried out in pain, clutching his nose and squatting on the ground.
The others around her, who had been watching with great interest, couldn’t help but burst into raucous laughter at the man Xia Wan’an had kicked to the ground.
"Can you handle it or not? You can’t even deal with a woman?"
"If you can’t handle it, step aside and let the brothers have a go!"
"Aren’t you ashad? Getting kicked by a woman who’s tied up, hahaha..."
With the laughter growing louder, the face of the man whom Xia Wan’an had kicked flushed with humiliation. As the pain in his nose faded, he looked at the fresh red blood in the palm of his hand, and he abruptly beca irate and stord over to Xia Wan’an.
A woman, and he couldn’t subdue her?
While he brooded ominously, he forcefully pinned down Xia Wan’an.
Xia Wan’an couldn’t withstand the strength of a man, especially now when her hands were tied. Even though she struggled with all her might, she couldn’t break free.
Was she really going to be ruined?
A wave of unprecedented panic and fear, like a tide, overwheld her...
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The sports car sped along the highway, surpassing many vehicles that could hardly make out its silhouette before it zood past.
Exiting the highway, the car headed straight for the nearest hospital indicated on the navigation system.
Accompanied by a piercing screech as the tires ground against the pavent, the sports car stopped in front of the ergency departnt of a small-to-dium sized hospital. Without even turning off the engine, the car door was flung open, and Han Zhijin leaped out, carrying the unconscious Song Youman. He rushed into the ergency departnt shouting, "Help, help... Doctor, doctor..."
Han Zhijin’s shouts soon drew a crowd of dical staff. Upon seeing Song Youman’s condition, a hospital bed was quickly brought over. Han Zhijin laid Song Youman on it and then, with an anxious face, he followed closely behind the bed, not leaving it for a mont.
As he approached the ergency room door, Han Zhijin was stopped by a nurse, "Sir, are you the husband of the pregnant woman?"
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