Being His Little Fox

"Ah--"

In the silent night, the man gave a low smile: "Little guy, do you know what Feng Shui turns?"

Song Yi: "...?"

"Now you fix me, it's fun."

"From now on, do you still want it?"

Song Yi: "......"

She suddenly felt that she had done something quite mentally retarded.

......

Both of them slept well this night.

Song Yi was held in his arms and slowly fell asleep.

Having a boyfriend's happiness, many, many, after coming out of the bathroom shu.fu and then holding him to sleep, this feeling is very sweet and happy.

She fell asleep slowly, with a smile on her lips.

Suddenly, it seemed that a cold hand grabbed her to a dark area.

Song Yi trembled, opened his eyes, and there was nothing all around him.

Moreover, it was very cold, very cold, and her body was trembling.

"Click—" There was a sudden opening of the door, and a faint light came in from outside the door.

Two men came in, with heavy footsteps.

Song Yi subconsciously hugged herself tightly, her body trembling, not knowing how to face this kind of thing, she simply tremblingly closed her eyes.

"This is just delivered from below, right?" one of the men said.

"Yes, I just came here. Everything has just started. I don't know how far she can bear it."

"Which step is it now?"

"Now...it's time." The man smiled wryly.

"It looks pretty small, it doesn't make sense. Have you come for a period?" another man asked.

"Where could it be so small?"

"Tsk." The man seemed a bit disgusted.

"You do it."

"I have to send it to the boss in a while."

Listening to these words, Song Yi was desperate and helpless, and wanted to run, but she had no way to escape, and she didn't know which direction to run.

The footsteps approached her, and the guilty big hand picked up her collar.

"No, no, no..."

"Bang--!" The door was suddenly kicked open.

The man's hand stopped.

At the door, stood a thin young boy with a light back on his back, unable to see his face, but looking at his height, he should be fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Who the **** is this?" the man said.

The young man walked in, his eyes filled with heavy hostility, wild and mad, his walking posture was very dragging, and he was very personal.

The immature voice answered the man's words: "I'm your **** father! Brute!"

The juvenile's immature voice, with anger.

Coming up, he gave the man a fist, with fierce and fierce energy, without restraint at all.

Teenagers of this age are arrogant, passionate and rebellious, and will not put anyone in their eyes.

He was really cruel, neither of them could beat him.

Song Yi was pulled up by the boy, and he said, "I will take you out."

At this moment, Song Yi ushered in hope and light in the endless dark world, and she was saved.

No more torture in turns.

Follow the steps of the boy, keep walking, keep walking.

"Bang--!" There was a sudden gunshot, and the birds in the forest flew around.

The teenager walking beside her fell instantly.

The blood rushed out, and Song Yi instantly blushed and cried loudly.

The young man tried his last bit of strength and pushed her hard: "Hide."

She stepped back and rolled down the hill—

"Bang--!" She heard another shot.

"no, do not want!"

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