Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Jiang Xinlian fell into a nightmare, a nightmare called the past.

The familiar yet unfamiliar, dilapidated and dirty house was disorganized and messy.

She entered through the door quietly, intending to quietly return to her room. When her mother's door opened, a strange man walked out wearing a belt.

"Hey, is this your daughter?" The man looked at her with lustful eyes, "She looks really good. When are you going to pick up the guests?"

She lowered her head and said nothing, quickened her pace and hid in the room. The soundproofing quality of this slum house was very poor. She could clearly hear her mother's answer: "I can't make the decision, sir. Wait until I ask my husband." .”

"When your daughter starts picking up guests, remember to let me know."

"As long as I do more business with you, I will be the first to tell you."

They didn't care about her at all during their conversation. After all, she was just a child, so she couldn't just let the adults arrange it?

In the evening, my father, who had been out gambling all day, returned home. As soon as he entered the door, he lost his temper: "Two cousins ​​who wasted my money, I sold you both to save you from wasting my money!"

The mother immediately gave the money she earned today to her father: "Today, a man took a fancy to Jiang Jiang and asked her when she would pick up guests. Look at this..."

The drunken man rolled his eyes and landed on his daughter who was standing quietly in the corner: "Oh, I remember, she is also 12 years old, right?"

"Yes, he is exactly 12 years old this year."

"Hmph, I have raised her for so long, it's time for me to earn some money and come back. You go and tell that man," the father burped, "come the day after tomorrow, or tomorrow."

How could my mother not agree?

Jiang Xinlian stood silently in the darkness until her father snored loudly and her mother fell asleep.

Sometimes she also felt that she was ridiculous. She was obviously born in a quagmire and was the poorest and lowest class person. Why did she still have such a strong self-esteem?

It's so strong that you can't steal or rob with peace of mind, it's so strong that you always have enough to eat, it's so strong that you can't be a good person.

She tied her father and mother to the bed with the thick ropes she had prepared. They slept like dead pigs without noticing, and then burned everything with a fire.

As the fire grew stronger, noises began to come from outside. She did not run away. She stood at the door and listened quietly to her father and mother's screams, wailings and pleas for help after they woke up.

No one will come to save you. After all, you are notorious and cannot even save yourself. She has soaked the thick rope with water, and it will continue to burn before you are burned to death.

The wicked will not be saved, absolutely.

The face on the warehouse glass slowly opened its mouth, revealing its white teeth. It walked through the glass and approached her step by step: "Bitch, I have raised you for so long, and you actually dare to harm me!"

She was alone in the dark and cold warehouse. She had no defensive weapons and could only watch "him" charging at her ferociously.

"what!"

Jiang Xinlian sat up from the bed suddenly, woken up by surprise, her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and her stiff body seemed to have forgotten to even breathe.

no no! Cheer up! Stop thinking about it! Breathe quickly!

Her brain was dizzy, and she was about to close her eyes and faint when the door was opened, and a familiar voice was full of worry:

"Ginger ginger."

Allen carried Jiang Xinlian back all the way, but her complexion did not improve. Her body was trembling all the time, and her body temperature was astonishingly low. All this told him: Jiang Jiang was very scared, very, very scared.

He had no way of leaving Jiang Jiang alone, who was deeply in fear, so he asked the housekeeper for the key to Jiang Jiang's room and had it ready in his hand.

Then he sat down against the door panel so that he could hear the movement in the room. This move could be said to be extremely rude, but he asked his father to forgive him this time.

Allen stayed awake, and in the latter half of the night, he heard Jiang Jiang's exclamation.

He immediately stood up, opened the door, and asked aloud: "Jiang Jiang, are you okay?"

When there was no response, he closed the door and took a closer look. He saw Jiang Jiang hugging his knees and looking straight ahead, as if he had lost his soul.

Allen walked to Jiang Xinlian and touched her hand. There was no temperature, it was bitingly cold, and his palms were even covered in cold sweat.

Only then did Jiang Xinlian react a little, turning her head slightly to look at him: "Why are you here?"

"Because I'm worried about you."

"..." Jiang Xinlian was speechless and glared at him with her only strength, "I locked the door!"

So how did you get in! Why are you here! Why does this idiot always miss the point?

Allen: "...I, I"

Because I've been sitting right at the door? Wouldn't it be too weird to say this? He could only pretend to be stupid: "I'm too worried about you."

Seeing that Jiang Jiang was about to get angry when he raised his eyebrows, he immediately changed the subject abruptly: "The point now is! Jiang Jiang, are you still scared?"

She was scared at first, but now she's even more annoyed, but she doesn't have the energy to say anything now, and lies back tiredly: "Don't stay in my room anymore."

As soon as she lay down like this, her whole little face was exposed. Allen reached out and touched her face, which also felt cold and covered with cold sweat.

"What should I do so you won't be afraid?" he asked.

Jiang Xinlian closed her eyes tightly and said nothing.

The weak and weak look now is the same as six years ago, that heavy rainy night, the dark room, the pale Jiang Jiang, and him.

Allen stood up, walked around to the other side of the bed, gently lifted the quilt, and lay down next to her, close to her body.

Jiang Xinlian's eyelids moved slightly, but in the end she didn't say anything. Allen put his arms around her.

Tonight she was wearing a square-necked lace nightgown, with a large area of ​​skin exposed on her back. It was originally very comfortable wrapped in a soft quilt, but now the decoration on the chest of Allen's nightgown moved up and down with her breathing, scratching her back again and again.

It was itchy and prickly, and soon she became impatient: "Your clothes make me extremely uncomfortable. Don't get on my bed. Get off quickly."

Allen felt aggrieved: "My pajamas are already very simple."

Compared with the large pieces of lace and pearls that other nobles like to use, his pajamas only have a little decoration on the chest. It is really simple and shabby, but Jiang Jiang still doesn't like it.

He sat up and unbuttoned the buttons one by one with his fingers, revealing his muscular body. His pajamas were thrown under the bed, and he lay down again and hugged the girl.

The skin on her back was in direct contact with her hot chest. Jiang Xinlian was shocked. She stood up and wanted to stay away: "Why are you taking off your clothes!"

With a gentle force, Allen put her in his arms again: "I won't hurt you again, Jiang Jiang, sleep peacefully."

This skin-to-flesh contact was so close that one could feel each other's heartbeats. Jiang Xinlian struggled to no avail, angrily buried herself into the pillow and endured it.

Allen had an absolute strength advantage in front of her, and there was even a huge gap in their sizes. If he came up to completely block her, she wouldn't be able to break away if Allen didn't want to.

She is a weak kitten, and he is a burly little bear. The little bear will be slapped by the kitten until it squeals, because the little bear loves her.

"Jiang Jiang, go to sleep."

Jiang Xinlian closed her eyes, thinking about this only once, and gradually fell into sleep.