Chapter 29 Hypocrite
Dana Roosevelt couldn't stand it any longer, and she was going to punch Walker Herbert in the face with a fist of each hand.
But she was stopped halfway before she first touched him.
Dana was petrified.
It's not easy to make up her mind to hit the teacher, but it turned out to be a special code.
Walker clenched her fist and smiled a little more sarcastically.
"Dana, do you know how to get ahead of yourself?"
"Teacher."
Dana wanted to cry without tears, so she had no choice but to let him invade her.
Gradually, she also slowly calmed down from the state of an explosion at the beginning.
After all, despite his identity, he was a very handsome guy.
And she was just a normal woman.
Dana felt that her line of defense was about to collapse.
"Wow!"
The girl heard a bang in a long sob of pain.
Dana accidentally fell off the sofa and seemed to hit the coffee table.
Walker, who was still immersed in the atmosphere, found that he was suddenly disappointed in his arms.
As soon as he looked down, he saw a little woman curled up on the carpet, covering her head with tears.
The man's face darkened.
"Where did it hit you?"
"Stay back!"
Some girls were lost just now, and they sobered up with such a knock.
She was in pain. She has been afraid of pain since she was a child. And now she had to blame this dead man for looking like this.
Dana then cried.
Covering her wound, she only sobbed at first, then cried for a few seconds, and then she became sadder and sadder and began to cry with an ache in her arms.
A man and a woman were sitting on the carpet, huddled together and crashing down crying over the Great Wall, while Walker stood next to her in disheveled clothes, looking at her silently, with a headache all of a sudden.
"Don't cry."
"Stay back! Don't touch me!"
The man squatted down and touched her hand to examine the wound.
"Don't touch me! Piss off!"
Since childhood, when has a man like an aristocrat had been dumped like this, but today he also put up with it.
"I won't touch you, just show me the wound."
"I don't want you to look! Go away!"
Why would Dana show him her wound when he was this hypocrite who raped her?
Now he was still trying to force-rape her for the second time. What was not good for her was that she vent his anger for her, and kept her homeless. This was obviously a hypocritical appearance for his despicable purpose.
Walker ran out of patience and stood up with a cold face.
"Then you can cry here till dawn."
Dana ignored him and hugged herself while still sitting on the carpet.
Her head was really painful, although there seemed to be no bleeding, but her heart was sadder.
She swore that she would leave tomorrow.
After crying for a while, Walker left.
She thought he was going to leave her already, but in less than a minute, the man came back with the medical kit.
Her shirt had been arranged by him, and he looked like he was high above and kept away from strangers.
But whether it's from the folds or the ambiguous heat revealed his intentions vaguely,
Both of them remained, and the two persons had just wiped the marks of the gun when it went off.
Dana had calmed down.
She wiped her tears and Walker looked at her, with the low voice he said,
"Is that enough? can you put the medicine on?"
The girl choked up and her long eyelashes were stained with tears.
"Then promise me that you will never touch me again, and I will not take your medicine!"