Chapter 2

Boy! Big fat boy! These two sentences of his completely ignited the anger in my heart: gender discrimination against girls.

Does it mean girls don't deserve to live, and why do girls have to die?

At the moment he reached out to touch my face, I quickly scratched his face with my nails.

Jason Grant was stunned, and when he came to his senses, he angrily grabbed my hair and slammed me onto the bed.

A big handful of my hair was pulled out, and my forehead was bruised, coldly staring at him.

That last night, he didn't touch me, I knew his intention, taking more sleeping pills from Jessica each time, always enough to keep him asleep till morning.

When he woke up looking puzzled, I handed him a glass of water, Jason Grant just felt his energy had nowhere to go.

His occasional flirtations were dodged by me time and time again, even though I was used to pretending with him, I couldn't stand letting him touch me again.