"What do you mean?"

Mu Baoer took a deep breath, swallowed back her tears, and laughed mockingly: "Do you like to use shabby shoes that other men have used?"

When she mentioned the word "shabby" shoes, her voice couldn't help but tremble.

No woman wants to humiliate herself like this, but in order to protect herself, she has to open up the bloody wounds of the past with her own hands.

Yes, even though she never wanted to admit it, she had indeed been raped.

There is dirt on the body that can never be wiped off.

Han Lie sneered: "I see, I can't tell that you are still a shabby shoe."

"Yes, I have been played by other men. You want to play with me, but you think that I am still clean and you can hurt me, but you are wrong. If you are no longer a virgin, then no matter how many times,

For a woman, there is no difference." Mu Baoer smiled nonchalantly.

Anyway, a body that has been violated cannot be clean anymore. What can it do if it is a little dirtier?

After all, he is already an outcast of society, so who cares if he is a little more dirty.

"You really have a way of making a man lose all desire for you in an instant." Han Lie straightened his clothes with a cold light in his eyes, "But I really want to know, who is that man?"

"It's just another scum! It doesn't matter who it is." Mu Baoer twitched the corner of his mouth indifferently.

Even she doesn't care, so what does he care about? Does he care that others have taken a step ahead of him, leaving him no chance to humiliate himself?

They are all a bunch of scum!

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After hearing her declaration of broken shoes, Han Lie seemed to have completely lost interest in her body.

Mu Baoer stayed in the empty room, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. Such a shameful thing actually saved her. Haha, this world is really full of irony.

But the pain in her heart doubled. She spent so much time trying her best to forget it, but she dug it up bloody.

Even if the wound is torn open, it will still hurt.

She was only fifteen years old at that time, her most beautiful years, but she lost everything in her life.

She always thought she was happy, but in fact all the beauty was her fantasy, so with just a slight force, it was torn apart, leaving behind the bloody and dirty truth.

Mu Baoer hugged the quilt helplessly, curled up into a ball, and buried her head in the quilt in pain.

My thin shoulders kept twitching, and tears flowed silently.

The reality is cruel, the wounds of youth can never heal.

She didn't know how long she had been crying, and she had never felt as sad as she did now. No matter how difficult it was, she always told herself not to be sad about what had happened, as that would only make the road ahead more difficult.

The result of gathering all the pain is that once this kind of memory is involved, it becomes unbearable.

Suddenly the bell rang.

Mu Baoer grabbed the phone in confusion. She didn't want to answer it, but accidentally pressed the button.

"Hey, where are you? Why don't you answer so many calls?" came the dissatisfied voice of the handsome Lingkong guy.

Mu Baoer was startled for a moment, hearing a familiar voice, and the tears she had just held back could not help but fall on the screen.

"Hey, why don't you say anything?" came the little guy's confused voice from the microphone.

Mu Baoer quickly controlled her choked voice: "I, I'm sleeping."
Chapter completed!