There seemed to be a few gangsters outside the convenience store. A group of people shared snacks and cigarettes, shouting: "Come on, come on, find a place to finish dinner first, damn, I will starve to death."

"I won't eat it, you guys share it." A young man's voice was mixed in with the chaotic noise, with a willful temper.

"Xiao Liu, what did you eat at night? Are you not hungry? Eat more to have the strength to fight, right?"

"That's right, doesn't it mean that a big boss wants to see us tonight? Only when we are full can we feel confident."

"Don't worry about Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu doesn't like these foods."

Several men sneered and left.

Han Yurou's hand at the cash register stopped and her face turned pale. She dropped what she was holding and ran outside!

I didn't see anything, I just saw the disappearing figures of a few gangsters, and the noisy voices gradually disappeared.

Han Yurou stood dumbly at the door.

It's because she thinks too much.

But this voice...

"Joanna, what's wrong?" a colleague asked.

Han Yurou retracted her thoughts and shook her head: "It's okay, it's nothing."

She went back to the checkout counter.

The streets of New York are very bustling, with bright lights shining on the clean and flat walls, and the latest Dior fashion show advertisement of the season playing on the electronic screen diagonally opposite the convenience store.

The lights are bright and colorful.

After ten o'clock in the evening, there was almost no one around. When Han Yurou had nothing to do, she would sit in the store and read a book. The store was so quiet that she could hear the sound of paper being turned.

"when i behold the the violet past prime..." Han Yurou held her head and silently recited English in her voice. The sound was soft, and the white light shone on her delicate face.

She will go back at twelve o'clock.

It's very cold at night.

She wrapped her coat tightly, carried her bag, and headed back to her apartment building alone.

She has to continue to come to work for two days on weekends.

I don't know if that familiar voice brought back bad memories in her, and she had nightmares when she went back that night.

She dreamed of Jinyuan, where she had been under house arrest for a long time.

The demon clearly had a childish baby face, fresh bangs, and was harmless to humans and animals, but the tone he spoke to her was completely like a demon.

He imprisoned her on the big bed in the master bedroom. His slightly rough hands slid across her skin. He leaned down and bit her ear. His voice was like an electric current that swept into her bones: "Rourou, you are the one I have slept with."

I have the best figure among all women. When you are passionate, I can feel your beauty and it’s very refreshing..."

"Rourou, am I older? Huh?"

"Are you comfortable? Tell me, Rourou..."

He put her under house arrest in Jinyuan. Her favorite thing to do was to sleep with her during the day, at night, while eating, or sleeping. As long as he wanted to, she could not refuse.

He was younger than her, but he was very possessive. At least, he didn't get tired of her when she escaped from Jinyuan.

Later, she underwent surgery in New York and kept her name anonymous. No one knew her name was Han Yurou, only her English name was Joanna. The devil never found her again.

Han Yurou woke up from her dream.

She touched her back and saw it was covered in sweat.

She has not had nightmares this year. She is slowly healing herself by taking medicine, but today she just heard a voice similar to his, and the nightmare came back.

Han Yurou turned on the bedside table lamp, and the warm light shone on the wall. She sat on the edge of the bed holding a pillow, curling up, her eyelashes trembling, and her hands shaking.

In the dream, Rong Jincheng was violating her again.

Han Yurou gasped, her chest rising and falling.

demon……
Chapter completed!