Aiguli was sitting in front of the camera at this time, telling her story in a soft voice, her voice soft but powerful.
The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room kept scrolling, some women confided their experiences, some women expressed their sympathy, and some women shed tears in the live broadcast room.
It seemed that at this moment, Aiguli was not only telling her own experience, but also became a haven for countless women to place their emotions.
Not only did many women who had suffered inhuman torture find resonance and comfort at this moment, but many women who were currently suffering also found an outlet and courage to speak out.
They wrote their own stories in the barrage. Although they couldn't see each other through the screen, the empathy and support were truly conveyed.
In fact, it's not just Ayiguli, there are also eight poor women who have suffered the same experience, as well as Yu Xiaoyu and Li Jing. Their choices are the same as Ayiguli's, they are all using their own ways to heal themselves and others.
Their stories were interwoven into a gentle yet tough web in the live broadcast room, wrapping up countless broken hearts.
At this moment, the name Wuyou not only represents skirting the line, entertainment and vulgarity, but also a kind of warm protection and healing power for women.
As the popularity of the live broadcast room continued to rise, more women were touched by this real and profound emotion and flocked to the live broadcast room, with barrages of comments constantly refreshing the screen like a tide.
Moreover, it's not just the popularity and number of people, what's strange is that the desire value is also quietly rising, which makes Ye Huafei very puzzled.
Logically speaking, this topic of female mutual assistance should not be related to sexual desire, but the facts are before us.
Ye Lang frowned and flipped through the comments. He found some comments very interesting. For example, one comment said:
"Sister, you are so brave. I really want to hug you!"
"We girls are the most united. Girls should be with girls!"
"Let those stinky men die, they only bring us suffering. We don't need men, we have each other and that's enough!"
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The girls who posted these comments seemed to be expressing their support and closeness to each other in an alternative way. They sublimated this emotion into a sense of belonging and attachment.
From some perspectives, this tendency is not accidental, but stems from their complete disappointment with the male group, and even deep fear and rejection.
They have learned through repeated hurt that the only people who can truly understand and offer comfort are their female compatriots who have experienced the same thing.
While this sentiment is unconventional, it's understandable. After all, in those dark, unseen moments, companionship and a listening ear are the warmest salvation. These are precisely the things men in the apocalypse cannot provide.
Ye Lang looked at the ever-increasing data in the live broadcast room and the ever-increasing sexual desire value, feeling mixed emotions.
This apocalyptic world seemed to have collapsed far more completely than he had imagined, yet it also possessed a tolerance that hadn't existed before the apocalypse.
But no matter what, an increase in sexual desire is a good thing. No matter what method it is, as long as it is useful, Ye Lang doesn't care.
Ye Lang doesn't care, but someone wants to.
In Huaxing Building, Wu Feng, Wu Dan and dozens of their sisters were eating brisket while watching the live broadcast.
In the live broadcast, Aiguli was telling the story of how she and her sisters were brutally tortured by the thugs, and how Ye Lang finally came to their rescue and gave them a warm shelter.
Wu Dan's eyes turned red as she listened, and her fists clenched tightly. She stood up suddenly, her chest heaving violently, and shouted:
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