Some high-rise building
Xiao Li sat on the edge of the bed, aimlessly looking around. Her slender eyes were completely bloodshot, resembling a lifeless corpse.
A man with a thick layer of powder on his face, whose features were unrecognizable, lay sprawled on the bed, snoring loudly, his hair an unkempt mess.
"Get up! Get up! Hurry and leave!"
Xiao Li yanked the man's hair and dragged him off the bed. The coarse cement scraped painfully against his skin.
But he didn't dare provoke this tough-as-nails woman.
Last night, drunk at "Chrysanthemum Bar," he was brought back by her for 300 yuan.
Then began a nightmare journey.
Even though he was used to being tormented, he nearly met his end in the hands of this lunatic.
Barefoot, Xiao Li walked into the bathroom, collapsed before the toilet stained with yellowish and white gunk, and began to retch loudly.
Her voice sounded like that of a cow trapped under a hood, beaten savagely by a stick.
Crash!
