Watching the lewd gazes of those men, as if they wanted to see through her inch by inch, she instinctively shrank backward.
"Don't be afraid, baby, Brother's got some good stuff," the man advanced step by step toward Xiao Xiao, holding a syringe.
Xiao Xiao's eyes widened, fixated on that syringe.
She roughly imagined what it was, something that could make people addicted.
She knew what kind of pain Wang Xiaoyi had experienced. She had sympathized with her, felt sad and heartbroken for her, but never expected her to use a method ten times worse than what she had suffered to take revenge on them.
"No, don't come any closer..." Xiao Xiao kept retreating backward until she hit the cold wall behind her, leaving her with nowhere to escape.
The man squatted on the ground, easily pinching her chin, "Brother said, this is good stuff. Once you've tasted it, you'll know how wonderful it is."
