Dont hit , please, dont, the womans low begging for rcy ca out of a room on the first floor, accompanied by the unscrupulous sound of the mans fist and foot.
The womans crying and begging for rcy was suppressed. Obviously she didnt want to be heard by too many people, but her man didnt intend to give her a face. The door was pushed open with a thud, and Old Zheng dragged Jiang Xiaojuans hair. He dragged her all the way out of the house and threw her on the lawn.
In the cold weather, Jiang Xiaojuan only wore a suspender skirt. It barely wrapped her exquisite body, exposing her pair of white thighs. She struggled to curl up on the muddy ground. The n who lived upstairs poked their heads with excitent to peek at the violent scene.
Old Zheng had drunk alcohol. His face was flushed.
Xiaojuan could only hug her head desperately and endure. She gritted her teeth but refused to make a sound.
No one would reach out to her at this ti. She knew the rules of survival in this world. If one wanted to get anything, they needed to make an exchange.
Use money, body, and even their own dignity as an exchange.
She knew that at the mont there were countless pairs of eyes staring at her green and purple body, the abnormal eyes of n, and the mocking eyes of won. So she didnt want to cry in front of these people.
With a muffled noise, the smoke rose, and a man in black suddenly jumped from upstairs. He stood steadily.
The mans face was covered with a silver mask, and his slender limbs were wrapped in black clothes. His posture was elevated and sturdy. His mood was obviously bad, his lips squeezed tightly into a thin line, and there was a chill which made no one co near him.
Only the drunk Old Zheng couldnt realize his murderous aura. He may have felt that there would be no higher-ranked people in such a middle-lower-level saints tube building. So he said, Whats the matter? You suddenly jumped down and scared
His words hadnt finished. The man stretched his arm, slamd Old Zheng, who was a sixth-order, on the ground, kicked the person off with one foot and disappeared at the gate of the yard.
Old Zheng sobered completely, and later realized that the person who left had surpassed himself in power and speed. He covered his stomach and laid in the corner of the wall for a while. He dared not to say much, and whispered for Xiaojuan to help him.
Xiaojuan limped up and helped the man walk back to the house. She endured his anger as others had beat him.
Once, although this man beat himself, in Xiaojuans eyes, he was at least strong and masculine. Now Jiang Xiaojuan found that the only thing this man could do was to show off in front of a woman weaker than him. She felt nauseous in her heart.
Before entering the house, she looked back at the door of the courtyard. It was empty and the black figure had long since disappeared.
It rained at night. Old Zheng, who had just beaten her, took her for granted and went to bed. Jiang Xiaojuan quietly got up and sat on the window sill and lit a cigarette for herself. The light of the cigarette butt was reflected on the glass of the window, and she watched the rain flowing down the glass dully.
Only on such a cold and dark night, sitting in a warm and comfortable room, she would feel that everything was worthwhile. After all, she still lived in such a room, which was better than freezing to death outside.
Suddenly, Jiang Xiaojuan vaguely saw a black figure standing in the shadow of a tree in the distance. The man was dressed in black and was soaking wet. The rain hit his dark silver cover and ran down his pale cheeks, but he didnt seem to realize it. Holding his head motionlessly, he looked at a window upstairs.
Xiaojuan recognized the person. He was Chu Qianxuns man. Chu Qianxuns house was on the fourth floor above.
Did they argue? Xiaojuan thought. Chu Qianxun even had the heart to drive people out on such a heavy rainy day. And why was this man so stupid. It was still raining and he stood there looking at her room blankly.
She rembered the man who beat Old Zheng with a punch, and rembered seeing him in the kitchen preparing breakfast for his sweetheart every morning with dedication.
If it were her, she wouldve treated him well. Xiaojuan watched him for a long ti, and pushed open the window.
But the figure under the tree had disappeared.
The squeak of windows opening and closing sounded upstairs.
After the first snowfall, the temperature dropped quickly. There was a thin frost on the roof and treetops.
Jiang Xiaojuan and two female companions walked back with the washed clothes.
Juan, Old Zheng is too much, you got beaten like this for three days, the female companion said while looking at Xiaojuans pale face.
Dont talk about Xiaojuan, thats how it is these years. A capable man doesnt treat you as a person. If he is incapable, he cant feed you. If you want to live, you have to bear it; another female companion answered.
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