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Song Moran walked in with big strides. He straightened his clothes and wore a large black trench coat. The snow quickly dyed his shoulders white. As soon as he opened the door, he saw me.

He looked straight through me at the little brother behind me, and when he came up to us, squinting for two days, he seized me by the shoulders and shoved me against his chest as if to declare his ownership.

"Thank you for sending my little girl back."

Song Mo Ran was polite and only he could understand how he was gritting his teeth. Only I knew how much effort he used to grab onto my shoulder and how domineering he was. Just as I wanted to struggle free, Song Mo Ran suddenly went close to my ear and said in a low voice, "If you want to lure your sister out, then you have to struggle. I don't mind at all."

Hearing this, I froze and gave up struggling.

That little brother happily said, "Next time don't provoke your little girlfriend. It's not safe for a girl to be outside in such a cold weather."

He left after a few words, and it was only when he was far away that I shook off Song Moran's hand as if he were a maggot growing in a latrine. "Don't touch me."

After saying that, I turned around to leave, but he suddenly grabbed my hand from behind, "Which part of your body have I not touched before?"

"I can even take you out to spend the night if I want."

Angry, I grabbed a handful of snow from the table with my left hand, smearing it all over his face. I stretched out my leg and kicked him in the middle of his legs, but the leg immediately cramped up when I lifted it, and once again, because of the unstable center of gravity, I fell flat on my face.

Song Mo Ran bent down and stood in front of me with a smile that wasn't a smile on his face. I wanted to strangle him, but I didn't let go of him and didn't have any intention of helping him. Instead, I moved my head closer and closer to Song Mo Ran.

In the cold surroundings, his breath was hot, and it stung my face, burning my cheeks like a fire.

Embarrassing the last of my sanity, I kicked Song Moran in the stomach, crawled back, and fled.

As soon as he entered the house, my sister's voice sounded from the kitchen. "Xiao-Xiao, you're back. It's time for dinner."

Her tone was uncharacteristically warm, even with a hint of exultation that I did not understand.

I went into the kitchen and stole a glance at her. Her eyes were red, and I didn't know if it was because I was looking at her, but I thought I saw a handprint on her face.

She kept forgetting the food in my bowl. After a while, she took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry."

She suddenly choked with sobs, and tears began to flow down her face, staining her black eyeliner. "I …"

My heart skipped a beat, and I was filled with guilt, but I didn't have the courage to tell her that I had already had a relationship with Song Mo Ran, so I wanted to leave this family and didn't have the face to tell her about it.

After a while, Song Moran also came to dinner, but he chose the spot next to mine. On the top of his hand was not a bowl and chopsticks, but my thigh.

My body stiffened. My hand, which was still holding the soup, suddenly shook. It was so hot that it spilled all over the table.

I suddenly looked at my sister, who was eating a meal with her eyes downcast. She was looking in Song Moran's direction and he was speaking with a serious expression, "After dinner, come with me to get some drinks. Take it as a break."

[How thick is Song Mo Ran's face?]

When my sister heard this, she raised her head and responded with a smile, "Okay." He did not seem to notice Song Mo Ran's actions at all.

Under Song Moran's harassment, this dinner tasted like I was eating the same kind of wax, but I didn't know what it tasted like.

After dinner, my reasons for refusing were all interrupted by my sister, who reluctantly followed them out the door.

About half an hour later, I followed them to a five-star nightclub.

Song Moran kept holding on to my arm as we walked down the wide, neat corridor. My sister didn't seem to think it was wrong for my sister-in-law to be so close to her husband.

Looking at my sister's back, my scalp tingles, my limbs are stiff, I feel guilty, even anxious.

I leaned close to Song Moran's ear and reminded him through gritted teeth, "Don't forget that my sister is your lover!"

He didn't expect that after hearing these words, he would become even more impudent and ruthlessly rubbed his arm against my chest. He chuckled and said, "This is called loving a house so much."

I was about to say something, but then I saw my sister open the door of one of the rooms and walk in, and we followed.

The interior of the room was filled with the smell of smoke and fog. The lighting was dark and gloomy. There were quite a few beauties dressed in sexy and alluring outfits. The scene was a little sexy and the aroma of tobacco and alcohol mixed with the inferior fragrance of women.

I couldn't help but frown.

Song Moran entered and was greeted by a middle-aged man of varying height and weight. After a few pleasantries, he suddenly started praising me.

"This little lady is spotless, her eyes are clear and limpid, this is quite a rare sight."

"He looks pretty good too. No matter how you look at him, he's quite likeable."

and so on, and so on, and so forth,

For the first time in my life, I couldn't find anything to say other than "Nice to meet you," but my sister was able to talk to them with great ease.

At that moment, I completely understood how sad my sister's past life was. When I first started drinking with her, I must have encountered many troublesome people and things.

With that in mind, I got more and more annoyed. I sat beside Song Moran and drank some wine. After the first sip, I couldn't stop. After the glasses were changed a few times, I suddenly felt dizzy and went to the bathroom.

But something bad had happened.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, a few ruffian youths rushed into the ladies' room. The leader of the group picked up his phone and compared his face with mine before laughing out loud, "That's the girl, not bad, she's pretty tender!"

Their malicious smiles soon spread across their faces, and their gazes gradually turned greedy as they moved from my face to the vital parts of my body.

One of them could no longer hold it in and rushed over to me in two strides, grabbing onto my lapels and pulling hard. My clothes made a tearing sound, and he licked his lips and said, "I'll accompany Big Bro to have some fun tonight. I guarantee that you will have a never ending orgasm and never stop gasping for breath."

I stepped back in panic, suddenly aware that my strength seemed to have been pulled away in an instant, my consciousness clouding over, my vision blurred.

"Don't come over here …!"

Those people sneered. After telling me not to struggle meaninglessly, they forcefully dragged me into a private room. By then, I no longer had any strength left to resist.