She is cute no matter what she does.
During the meal, she is urged to drink.
After she drinks a little, I realize something is wrong with her.
A red rash seems to appear on her skin.
It's probably the alcohol allergy.
After the meal, everyone drives away.
As soon as I step out, I see her standing in the cold wind. It looks like she is waiting for a car.
Fortunately, she doesn't go back with Steven.
Otherwise, I can't imagine what a man and a woman would do with alcohol running in their blood.
I get some allergy medicine in the pharmacy, then walk over and hand it to her.
Actually, I want to send her home.
However, I give up when I see the precautions in her eyes.
If I'm impatient, I may push her even further.
Every day afterward, I can't help thinking about her.
One afternoon, when I see her in a food market, I even think it's my illusion out of missing her.
Before I figure out what's going on, a van stops in front of her.
Immediately after, two people get out of the van and force her to go in.
Although I can't hear what she says, I see how she struggles and can tell those people won't be nice to
her.
When the van passes by my car, I see her look over.
Jane!
Who are those people?
They dare to attack my woman. Do they want to go to hell?
I follow the van all the way and call the police.
If I can't guarantee her safety, at the very least, the police can help.
I waste some time waiting for a group of pupils to cross the road.
I've never been waiting in such anxiety.
I'm afraid that in the blink of an eye, I will miss the best opportunity to save her.
Finally, I catch up with them, only to see four men surround her and tear her clothes.
In an instant, I almost go crazy!
No way!
How can they do this to her?
She is my woman, and no one else can touch her!
I rush over in a rage with my face darkened.
Her clothes are almost torn apart and those dirty men actually see her beautiful body. Thinking of this, I
want to dig out their eyeballs!
Fortunately, she is quick to react. She unties the rope on her ankles and puts on her clothes
immediately. I tip her a wink, and she runs over to hide behind me when those men aren't paying
attention to her.
I feel blessed that she isn't too stupid.
"Go back to my car," I say to her in a deep voice.
She is stunned and doesn't move.
What is she doing?
Why isn't she leaving? "Leave now. Don't get in the way here."
I panic.
She is stunned for a moment but gets in the car as I said in the end.
The four men rush towards me together.
These kids are no threat to me at all. They are much weaker than I thought.
After a few minutes, they are all groaning in pain on the ground.
Not long after, the police arrive and take the four men back to the station. They also want to take our
statement, but I refuse.
I don't think she feels well enough to make a statement.
When I just arrived, I saw her blushing cheeks and blurry eyes. She looked exactly the same as that
day.
Looks like she is drugged again.
This woman doesn't know how to protect herself at all. I can't believe she is drugged again!
I walk over to the car and can't help but tremble when I get in.
The air conditioning is blowing the coldest wind. It seems that she feels really hot.
She is drugged and I have to help her. Otherwise, it can be very dangerous.
After some thought, I lean forward and get closer to her.
She swallows with difficulty and asks me, "Well, is there any water?"
"Yes."
I smile flirtatiously as I hold her head in both hands. Then, I kiss her, and she has nowhere to escape.
This is not a good place for the next step. So, I just help her with my hands.
In the end, she melts completely with me all over her.
What I want is not her body, but her heart.
After the passion, I hug her in my arms and say emotionally, "Jane, be my mistress."
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