He gritted his teeth and prevented himself from asking her, because what she needs now is forgetting, not remembering more vividly, but damn it, his reason is very clear about what he should do, his mouth and hands are completely different. Cooperate.
"Sam, what do you mean this time?" He pushed her away from his arms, stared down into her tearful eyes, and asked seriously.
"The last time I met a p*****t on the bus, he stood behind me and kept pushing me. No matter where I hide, he followed me like a shadow. I was so scared, but I didn't dare to scream. I hate being so useless. , So annoying, so annoying..." she choked.
"When was the last time, why didn't you tell me this?"
"On the day I met you, I had forgotten it, but I didn't expect..."
"Okay, don't think about the past. I'll drive
