"Ah... no... get away from me... boohoo... get away..."
Du Xiangmei suddenly screamed herself hoarse as though she had gone mad, sobbing bitterly as if she had suffered immense pain and terror.
Her hands and feet struggled desperately, as though she were trying to break free of some restraint, but her efforts seemed powerless.
Tears poured from her eyes like floodwaters bursting through a dam, streaming down her cheeks onto the ground.
Du Xiangmei battered Zhou Duoduo, who was sitting on top of her, with fists that rained down like a violent storm. Her eyes remained tightly shut, not daring to open even a fraction, as though the sight before her might stab into them like sharp blades.
She could clearly feel someone pinning her stomach beneath a weight like Mount Tai. That hateful scoundrel must still be doing whatever he pleased with her. What was she to do? Even resisting was futile now.
"Boohoo... you vile scoundrel... get away from me... help... boohoo..."
Du Xiangmei's heart-rending sobs were like a cuckoo crying blood, and terror surged through her heart like a rising tide. The scoundrel had even begun pinning down her hands. Once he had his way, wouldn't he kill her on the spot?!
"Boohoo... help... I don't want to die yet... boohoo... Duoduo, come save me... boohoo..."
The more Du Xiangmei thought about it, the more frightened she became, and the more piercing her sobs grew. Her voice and appearance were utterly pitiful, like a bullied young wife, enough to stir anyone's compassion.
Zhou Duoduo and the others were dumbfounded. Why was this silly woman struggling and screaming so desperately? She had already been rescued! Couldn't she just open her eyes and look?
How could she be as timid as a mouse? Where had all that swagger