In My Desperate Time

Noticing my dress is torn apart and slipping, I quickly grab it and squat to cover my private parts.

Whitney is still stepping on the hem of my dress and refuses to let go.

If this continues, sooner or later she will tear my dress off me.

I am standing right in front of the air conditioner, and the cold breeze blows on my back. I get goosebumps all over me.

"Whitney, what exactly are you trying to do?" I frown at her and whisper.

Whitney sneers and ignores the strange gaze of others. She grits her teeth and says to me, "What? Are you afraid? Have you ever thought about how I felt when I was in your place? Jane, I want payback for all I have suffered! And your child will be your regret for the rest of your lives!"

She shows her hatred for me outright and steps harder on my dress.

However, why did she mention my child for no reason?

I feel my clothes falling down out of control.

He watch as the tear grows and boobs are about to be exposed.

No! No!

I feel a burst of warmth

me, and he takes

to the side and says in a deep voice, "Are you

huge crowd scatter

Frances, her old surging

give up treated by her beloved man

just want to know if you can protect her for the rest of your life. I want to see how

that coldly, Whitney

and takes me to say goodbye to

at the entrance of the hotel for Frances to drive the car over. Steven comes

is still a little embarrassing, but

did you come

be entertaining

smiles gently,

in front of me.

shake my head but feel a bit

remember Steven

when did you get into the