After saying this, Vincent rubbed my face and finally put his fingers on my lips. "Again, do not let him touch you, even here, okay?"
I pursed my lips and was about to argue, but then I changed my mind. It was well enough that he allowed me to go. I didn't dare say anything. If I irritated him again, I would definitely be dead.
"Did you hear me?" Vincent, seeing I didn't speak, he thought I wanted to defend himself silently, so he pressed me again.
"Got it..." I answered in a low voice.
Perhaps Vincent wasn't satisfied with my answer. He snorted and threatened, "Don't play tricks with me. I'll check anytime!"
At that time, I didn't care about what he meant by checking at any time, so I nodded like pecking rice. "Well, I know!"
It was not until the next day that I finally realise that his so-called "check" meant that he would f*ck me anytime and anywhere.