"What do you mean?"

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

Speaking of the word "shoes", her voice couldn't help but tremble.

No woman is willing to humiliate herself like this, but in order to protect herself, she has to lift the bloody wounds that have passed by herself.

Yes, even though she never wanted to admit it, she was indeed forced to do so.

There is a filth on the body that cannot be erased.

Han Lie sneered: "So that's it, I can't tell that you are still a torn shoe."

"Yes, I have been played by other men. If you want to play with me, you just think I am still clean and can hurt me because of this, but you are wrong. If it is no longer a virgin, then no matter how many times it is, it will be no different for a woman." Mu Baoer smiled indifferently.

Anyway, the body that has been violated cannot be cleaner or dirty, so what can I do?

Anyway, I have been an abandoned child of society, so who cares about the more dirty things on my body?

"You really have a way to make men lose their desire for you in an instant." Han Lie tidied up his clothes, his eyes flashing with a cold light, "But I really want to know who that man is?"

"It's just another scum! What does it matter who it is?" Mu Baoer pulled the corners of her mouth indifferently.

Even she doesn't care, what does he care about? He cares that others take the lead and gives him no chance to humiliate himself?

They are all a bunch of scumbags!

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After listening to her declaration of torn 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 herself. Haha, this world is so ironic.

But the discomfort in her heart doubled. She spent so much time trying her best to forget, but she dug it out bloodily.

Tear the wound and it will still hurt.

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

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

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

The thin shoulders kept twitching, and tears flowed silently.

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

I don’t know how long I have cried, but I feel like I haven’t been as sad as I am now for a long time. Because no matter how difficult it is, she always tells herself not to be sad about what has happened, as it will only make the future more difficult.

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

Suddenly the ringtone rang.

Mu Baoer grabbed the phone in a daze. She didn't want to answer, but she missed it.

"Hey, where are you? Why did you call so many times but you didn't answer?" The handsome little handsome guy in Lingkong heard a dissatisfied voice.

Mu Baoer was stunned for a moment, and when he heard the familiar voice, the tears that had just been held back could not help but fall on the screen.

"Hey, why don't you make a sound?" The little guy's deep doubts were heard in the microphone.

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

Despite trying to adjust to normal, the voice is still hoarse.
Chapter completed!