The old drunk said, "You haven't slept with a woman yet, right? A man can make you feel good too. Come on, stick your butt up..."
So disgusting.
Jiang Chen felt like vomiting.
The old drunk took off his pants, and the room was suddenly filled with a strong fishy smell.
Jiang Chen held a kitchen knife in his hand.
There was no money to buy a new one. The edge of the knife was already dull, even rusted and curled.
The well-behaved and gentle boy had a faint smile on his face, and the dimples on both sides of his cheeks were beautiful and bright. He didn't know how many times he had chopped.
The sun is rising.
The boy turned around, his face splattered with blood.
Like a devil crawling out of hell for revenge.
He was clearly smiling.
But the curve of the corners of his lips is chilling.
The old drunkard was lying on the ground, still breathing his last breath.
Jiang Chen slashed at his body several times without blinking, the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible.
He was just acting in self-defense.
After all, everyone knows what kind of beast and what kind of pitiful child lives in this family.
The police arrived. The old drunkard didn't die, or rather, Jiang Chen deliberately didn't let him die.
The old drunk is going to spend the rest of his life in jail.
Jiang Chen, on the other hand, gained everyone's sympathy.
Hey.
All said.
He is very pitiful.
…
The boy has three treasures.
One was his name; one was the chocolate; and the other was a cup filled with honey water.
These are all things Jiang Zhao doesn't want.
…
This year's winter was exceptionally cold, especially with the heartbreaking downpour. Pan Shu rubbed her hands and ran to the flower shop to take shelter. Not knowing it would rain today, she hadn't brought an umbrella.
"Sister, do you want to go together?"
Suddenly, a clear and gentle voice sounded behind me.
Pan Shu turned around and saw the young man smiling at her with his head tilted.
The boy had chestnut-brown, slightly curly hair and was wearing the school uniform of Incheon Middle School next door. He had a tall figure and a handsome appearance.
He walked to Panshu's side, but instead of rushing to open the umbrella, he patiently tilted his head to listen to what Panshu said, "Hmm? Sister."
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