Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

"What do you mean?"

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

When she mentioned the word "broken" and "shoes", her voice couldn't help trembling.

No woman was willing to humiliate herself like this, but in order to protect herself, she had to open up the bloody wound in the past with her own hands.

Yes, even though she never wanted to admit it, she was raped.

There is filth on the body that can never be erased.

Han Lie sneered: "So that's the case, but I can't see that you are still a lousy shoe."

"Yeah, I've been played by other men. You want to play with me, but you think I'm clean, you can hurt me, but you're wrong, if you're not a virgin, no matter how many times, For a woman, there is no difference." Mu Baoer smiled nonchalantly.

Anyway, the body that has already been violated can't be any more clean, so what if it's a little dirtier?

Anyway, he is already an outcast in society, who cares about being a little dirtier.

"You really have a way to make a man lose his 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 her lips indifferently.

Even she doesn't care, what does he care about?Care about others taking him one step ahead, so that he has no chance to humiliate himself?

They're 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 and tried her best to forget it, but she dug it out bloody.

When the wound is torn open, it will still be painful.

She was only 15 years old at that time, the most beautiful time, but she lost everything in her life.

She always thought that she was very happy, but in fact all the beauty was her fantasy, so she only needed to use a little force, and it was torn apart, leaving behind the bloody and dirty truth.

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

Her thin shoulders twitched uncontrollably, and tears flowed silently.

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

I don't know how long I have been crying, I feel like I haven't been this sad for a long time.Because no matter how difficult it is, she always tells herself not to be sad for what has happened, that will only make the road ahead more difficult.

The result of all this pain is that once the memory is involved, it feels overwhelming.

Suddenly the bell rang.

Mu Baoer grabbed the phone in a daze, and didn't want to answer it, but accidentally pressed it.

"Hey, where are you? Why didn't you answer so many calls?" The dissatisfied voice of the handsome Ling Kong came.

Mu Baoer was stunned for a moment, and when she heard a familiar voice, the tears she had just held back fell on the screen uncontrollably.

"Hey, why don't you make a sound?" The little guy's doubtful voice came from the microphone.

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

Despite trying to adjust to a normal state, the voice is still unavoidably hoarse.