Xie Shaoba loves: women surrender

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"Sister?" Qianxia looked at her in disbelief, her eyes turned red instantly, "Do you know what the consequences of your actions are? Why, why are you so kind to me..."

"Fool, I am your sister, so I should treat you so well. [Book source www>

"Damn it, who is Tang Qianxia? Brother, why don't you take them all back." A gangster suggested impatiently, and several others nodded in agreement.

Qian Xia Shu'er pursed her lips tightly, glanced at Tang Zixuan who couldn't walk, and then at these men with fierce faces, she stood up abruptly, and said loudly, "I am Tang Qianxia."

"Brother, this is the woman!" A hooligan suddenly raised his knife and pointed it at Qian Xia.

Qian Xia smiled provocatively, "You can run faster if you want to catch me." After she finished speaking, she quickly ran towards the path behind her without thinking about having a word with Tang Zixuan.

"Damn it, don't let her run away, chase after her!" The hooligan shouted, and several people immediately ran after her.

"Thousands..."

Tang Zixuan was lying on the ground in panic, unable to stand up, and could only watch Qian Xia disappear from sight.

Qian Xia didn't know where she was going, she just kept running forward, running farther and farther.Seeing the hooligans chasing after her, she realized that Tang Zixuan was in no danger. Just when she was distracted, she stepped on something, and she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"Ah..." The thin white arm brushed against the rough ground, and immediately drew a frightening trace of blood.

Qian Xia gritted her teeth tightly, and when she was about to stand up, her back was suddenly held down, she was startled, and struggled desperately.At this moment, someone covered her mouth with a towel, and a pungent smell came, and then her eyes darkened, and she fainted.

"Take it away!" A hooligan immediately picked up Qian Xia's body and ran towards a place.

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As night falls, the darkness is like a ruler, and with just a flip of the palm, it covers all the light.

In the dimly lit underground wine cellar, a slender man leaned lazily on the pool table, his long legs gracefully folded, a cigar was burning in his hand, and his face was blurred by the misty smoke.

The air was so still that you could almost hear his heartbeat.

The blurry scene in front of me seemed to be replaying all the time, over and over again, it was the figure of the woman who stubbornly left after being beaten.