"What are you doing?" Xia Luo was startled and quickly pulled back her arm.
Her clothes were a bit tight, and the sleeves couldn't be rolled up at all.
Mr. Zhan failed, so he simply pressed her down and forcibly took off her coat.
Being held down by a man and having her clothes forcibly removed, Xia Luo was so frightened that her eyes turned red. She struggled desperately, refusing to let Mr. Zhan have his way.
Her strength was already quite substantial for a girl, having escaped from men's hands multiple times. But Mr. Zhan, surprisingly strong for an ordinary man, held her down so firmly she couldn't move at all.
Xia Luo was truly scared.
Crying, she pleaded, "Please, let me go, don't do this to me. I'm filthy, I'm sick, I have AIDS, I have all sorts of diseases. Don't dirty yourself over someone like me."
Mr. Zhan ignored her words, forcibly and aggressively removing her coat.
The girl was only wearing a camisole underneath.
