Throughout history, every girl had marvelous fantasies about the future—especially about that unknown other half. To borrow a line from the movie A Chinese Odyssey: "My beloved will be a peerless hero. One day, he will ride seven-colored clouds to marry me." Most of the time, the latter half of that line was rejected. But at this very moment, if Diao Chan could travel through time to watch A Chinese Odyssey, she would surely numbingly recite the latter half in despair: "I guessed the beginning, but I could not guess the ending..." She had indeed met a peerless hero, but he was already dead.
That broad, sturdy back that seemed capable of shouldering the whole world never appeared. All she saw was a demon-like face, and the wicked, crazed expression upon it filled her with helplessness, trembling, and despair from the depths of her heart. "Is this how it ends?" The cold mountain wind swept across her exposed skin, bone-piercingly frigid. Diao Chan finally closed her eyes. "Let it end like this..." She had no strength to resist, not even the ability to kill herself. Her only thought now was to pray that this nightmare that had destroyed everything she had would end quickly.
Seeing Diao Chan close her eyes in helpless despair, looking as though she had resigned herself to fate, Allen nearly went mad with excitement. A voice screamed and roared in his mind: Fuck her! Fuck her to death! Fuck her hard!
Like a beast, Allen let out a low roar and, with a ripping sound, tore Diao Chan's outer garment completely apart. Yet he did not bother tearing at Diao Chan's undergarments, nor did he take off his own pants. He simply pressed himself down on her, as if he were so confident that he was