"Really, boys..." Mo Yurou suddenly put on a sweet, bashful expression. "If I keep you company, will you let me go?"
The men immediately stared, practically drooling. "Of course! When have we ever gone back on our word?"
"Then... all right." Mo Yurou hesitated and bit her lip. "Let's go now, then. You'll have to be gentle with me."
"Hehe... of course... we'll make sure you're in heaven." As he spoke, the leader reached out to stroke Mo Yurou's face.
Just then, surprise and delight suddenly replaced Mo Yurou's bashful expression. Looking behind the men, she called out, "Li Yichen, I'm here! You finally came!"
"Huh?" Startled, the men immediately turned around. They wanted to see just what kind of man this Li Yichen she kept mentioning was.
They had already decided that, whoever he was, they would break his legs first, then have their way with the girl.
"Huh?" But when they looked behind them, there was no one there.
Before they could react, they heard Mo Yurou snarl, "You bastards! How dare you make me keep you company? I'll give you all the company you can handle! Drop dead!"
They turned back just in time to see Mo Yurou glaring at them, a pot of soup in her hands. Without hesitation, she splashed it over them.
"Aah..."
"Fuck... it's burning me alive..."
"My eyes... aah..."
"Fuck... grab her! I'll make her regret ever being born a woman!" The leader had barely opened his eyes when he saw the soup pot coming straight at his face.
With a bang, the bottom of the pot slammed squarely into his face.
"Want to catch me? Try again in your next life."
Then she viciously kicked one of the men blocking her way between the legs, turned, and ran downstairs toward an