The Way I Loved You | LK ADAPTATION

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In the dimly lit corridor, a group of people staggered while drinking, and a man dressed in famous brands was crowded around with toadying smiles, “Brother Chan, this way, go this way.”

Chan's eyes flashed when he listened to the loud music in the surroundings. He was dissatisfied and said “Why is it so noisy? This is a broken place, there is no soundproofing also.”

The man in a flowered shirt said, “This is the end of the college entrance examination. All the KTVs are reserved by those little boys in high school. But…” He winked and got closer, “It’s better! These are high school seniors who are naive, and they won’t stare here. Recently, they looked too closely at high-end clubs. These small places are better. There is a mixture of fish and dragons, even if something happened, we could run out and blend in as there were people and alleys everywhere, and the police would not be able to even catch a shit.”

Chan smiled as soon as he heard this and pointed to the bathroom at the end, “I’m going to the toilet, you wait for me in the box.”

The man in the flower shirt opened his pocket, revealing a little white powder bag, “Brother Chan, this batch of goods is more overbearing than the one you just tasted.”

Chan had already snorted a round just then, and his consciousness was unclear, so he did not respond and walked to the bathroom.

When he arrived at the door, he passed a girl who was coming out of the female bathroom.

He smelled the unique sweet scent belonging to the young girl.

When he thought of it, it was the terribly pure girl he met when he was doing charity activities in the nursing home.

At that time, the girl had a cold attitude, but turned around and smiled at the other boy. He was angry and unwilling, but he was afraid of the boy and could only bear it.

Now he recognized the person, and he had already snorted up earlier. Under the stimulation of the body fragrance, he suddenly felt evil and gathered up his courage. From behind, he grabbed the girl’s wrist, covered her mouth with the palm, and dragged her into the box at the end.

There was only a dim light in the box. A group of people were spreading heroin on the table. When Chan dragged a girl in, they were shocked, “Brother Chan, what are you playing at?”

Chan had already pressed the struggling girl on the sofa with a vicious smile, “You play yours, I will play mine.”

The original singing music in the private room was deafening, covering up the girl’s intense passionate scream.

She struggled too hard, biting, kicking and scratching, Chan was in a trance, and he didn’t notice that she used her nails to make a hole in his face.

He was suddenly angered, so he raised his hand and slapped the girl, pulling her ponytail to force her to raise her head and hit the coffee table.

After three full hits, the girl finally stopped struggling.

The red blood flowed down her forehead, all over her face, through her eyes, through the bridge of her nose, and through her lips, forming a river of blood.

The smell of blood irritated him even more.

Chan stood up and began to untie his belt.

The private room door was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged waiter came in with a fruit plate and asked politely, “Is it your order of fruit platter?”

Several people who were taking drugs hurriedly covered the white powder on the coffee table, shouting at the waiter, “Why the hell did you come in? Get out!”