Amid Ai Jiang's hysterical roars, Xia Wan'an saw a man, unbuttoning his shirt and approaching her with ill intentions...
The depths of the man's eyes were filled with nauseating lust and evil. With every step he drew closer, Xia Wan'an could smell the strong scent of tobacco and alcohol on him—he must not have taken a bath for several days; mingled in those suffocating odors was a faint sourness.
Instinctive disgust rose in Xia Wan'an's stomach, and she unconsciously began to shrink back, but her bound body, no matter how much she retreated, merely pressed tighter against the pillar.
Ultimately, the man reached her. Excitedly, he threw his sour and unbuttoned shirt to the ground and eagerly lunged at Xia Wan'an.
