What's wrong with you?

  Call me a fake, call me an actor, I just want to make some money, so that the second half of my life won't be struggling, and I don't have to look at men's faces to live. The power and wealth of the tyrant king, I really don't have the guts, if I accidentally offend him, who knows how he will kill me.

  These words can only be hidden in my heart, I looked at the tyrant nodding and saying that he knew. He turned over and pressed his whole body on me, I was so scared that my body became stiff, he was really energetic and not tired! His hands slid on my skin, but his eyes were looking at me asking how much money he should give you?

  His hands were cool to the touch, and those movements made me extremely uncomfortable. I felt like when I was a kid, those naughty boys would take a big earthworm and throw it into my clothes, and I wanted to shake my body to get it out. The boy grabbed his own braid and threatened that if he moved, he would cut off my hair.

  He's not a patient person, seeing that I didn't respond, he pinched my hand hard, and I let out a cry. Even if I don't say anything about these things, the tyrant can still investigate clearly, after all, there is a third person who knows, I told him it was me who proposed one million, then hurriedly added that later your cousin came, and I left.

  Before long, he was hot again, doing things and chatting with me. He told me that Wenhui had a bad habit since childhood, no matter how much she disliked something, as long as it was hers, she wouldn't let others touch it.

  I was touched by what he said, but the next second he patted my face twice and sneered, "Song Mu-zhi is willing to give you one million, it seems that you do have some ability!"

  The warmth in my heart suddenly fell into an ice cave, I ridiculed my own self-righteousness. Others just happened to have a whim and were gentle with me for a moment, but I really thought they treated me like a human being! In his eyes, I was just a young lady.

  After the intense session, the tyrant fell asleep with a light snore. I lay stiffly for a while before getting up, my waist sore and legs numb, not a single part of my body feeling normal. As I tried to get up by holding onto the nearby cabinet, my feet touched the ground and my private parts throbbed in pain, causing me to tremble. My legs gave out from under me and I fell to the ground with a thud, the crystal figurines on the cabinet crashing down and shattering into pieces with a piercing sound.

  My first reaction was to look at the tyrant, he suddenly sat up with a quilt, his face filled with the anger of being woken up, he stared at me and scolded: What are you doing, grandma?

  I bumped my back against the edge of the bed frame, and it hurt so much that I couldn't speak. He saw me not speaking and scolded me loudly, "You're mute! Speak!" I don't know if it was from the pain or the suffocating feeling in my chest, but my eyes became blurry and moist. I didn't want to cry in front of him anymore; anyway, he would think I'm pretending to be pitiful when he sees me like that. I said I wanted to go back.

  I grasped the edge of the bed and stood up, with my legs crossed in a domineering manner. I let out a cold hum and casually took out a handful of money from the bedside cabinet and threw it at my face. The money scattered all over the place, some floating on the bed, some on the floor, and some even landing on my feet. He said a single word to me - "Get out" - before pulling up the quilt to cover himself and lying back down again.

  I crouched down and picked up the red bills one by one from the wooden board, tears falling uncontrollably. I sniffled to hold back the snot that was about to come out. I lifted my head and continued picking up the red bills on the bed sheet, but not those near the tyrant's money, which I didn't dare to take.

  I had just turned around to leave, when the tyrant lifted up his quilt and poked out his head. He glared at me and shouted loudly, "What's all this commotion? Can't you see it's the middle of the night? Are you going to let people sleep or not? What are you making such a racket about?"