"Ouch..." Nan Wanyin subconsciously cried out in pain, blood flowing directly from her forehead, the man behind her roared with anger—,She was terrified, yet her limbs felt limp and weak. An itchy, crawling sensation consumed her, making it impossible to resist this encounter.,A little girl of three or four stood outside the high wall of Wing King's Mansion, looking up at another little girl lying on the wall top and whispered, "Almost there! Come on, Little Baozi!"。