Fang Huiran was unaware of the danger, still strolling leisurely at her usual pace.
She had no idea she was now beneath the bridge, in the shadows.
She had walked by the Guazi River before, and encountered bridges.
The shadows were perfectly normal.
The lights by the riverbank were an orange-yellow hue.
Though bright, the light could not penetrate the massive bridge pier.
The young migrant worker seized his chance and spoke,
"Miss, you dropped your wallet."
Hearing a voice, Fang Huiran immediately turned around to look behind her.
She hadn't realized her wallet was empty; perhaps she was worried about her documents.
She turned to see the young migrant worker she had met earlier.
Why was he here?
But she quickly realized her wallet was in her hand.
It was sheer greed that made her turn.
Thinking this, she felt a touch of embarrassment.
She immediately turned and walked forward again.
But to the young man, this turn indicated hesitation and embarrassment.
He speculated she might be struggling internally.
This stirred the restless heart of the young man.
"Hey, miss, wait for me, let's chat!"
Although Fang Huiran was nervous, she also felt a flicker of anticipation.
She hadn't dated in all four years of university. What would her first romance be like?
However, her intuition told her to keep walking ahead as quickly as possible.
Perhaps if she prolonged the encounter, the whole situation would become clearer.
"Hey, wait up."
The young man seemed to sense something and called out again.
"We have nothing to talk about!"
Fang Huiran blurted out, quickening her pace.
Being young and male, the young man quickly caught up to Fang Huiran in a few strides.
"Wait, I want to be friends with you!"
Hearing this, it was clear the young man lacked experience with women.
His words offered no room for imagination.
The young man didn't know what had come over him; he couldn't recall any of the tender phrases he had prepared.
At the very least, he should have had a chance to corner her.
But the fact was, he was still two steps away from her.
At this distance, to corner her would make him a god.
Yet, within his body now, besides his own soul, was another soul.
And this other soul was dictating his actions.
The young man saw Fang Huiran was about to run.
"Damn it, I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?"
The young man grew desperate; he had no more patience.
Fang Huiran grew even more flustered. Running in high heels was already difficult, and now one shoe seemed to have come off.
But the paths along the Guazi River were paved with pebbles, supposedly for massaging the soles of the feet.
No one knew how effective that was.
The young man, being faster, managed to block Fang Huiran just before she left the shadow.
"Miss, why are you running? Am I that scary?"
Fang Huiran was so nervous she couldn't speak. She dared not call for help.
There were few people on the road today, and with him so close, what if she screamed and he pushed her into the river?
After a long moment, she managed to stammer,
"No~ no~"
"I told you, I just want to chat!"
The young migrant worker's tone was completely unlike his usual self.
He wasn't married yet and would need to find a partner in the future. How could he speak to a girl like this?
This was the terrifying, violent aura emanating from a fierce spirit, so dreadful that it made the girl tremble like a startled bird,
waiting to be caught.
"Please, brother, let me go!"
Fang Huiran pleaded instinctively.
Although she had imagined countless scenarios of losing her virginity, she never imagined it would be like this.
Moreover, the young man looked no older than seventeen or eighteen. Calling him "brother" showed how terrified she was.
There's a saying, "The young are insolent."
If a verbal concession could ensure her safety, it was worth it.
"Let you go? That's easy. ... Just give me a kiss."
The young man said teasingly in a very worldly tone.
"This... you..."
Fang Huiran didn't know what to do.
"What? You're unwilling? Then I'll kiss you."
Saying this, the young man went to kiss Fang Huiran's face.
"Ah!"
Fang Huiran cried out in shock, covering her face with her hands.
She was truly terrified.
Her scream, however, was quite loud, and the young migrant worker faltered slightly.
"Damn it, you're still screaming? Hurry up and take off your clothes, or I'll push you into the Guazi River to feed the fish!"
Fang Huiran couldn't fathom how someone so young could act so shamelessly.
She was indeed panicked, yet unwilling. Some impulse took over, and she suddenly shouted,
"Help! Help!"
With that shout, passing vehicles seemed to stop.
This further enraged the young man.
He slapped Fang Huiran across the face and reached out to grope her private parts.
Fang Huiran struggled and fought back desperately, not daring to open her eyes.
No one can understand the nonsensical actions of a woman in a critical moment.
But this wild struggle somehow excited the young man, and the desire within him burned fiercely, making him feel hot all over.
With a forceful tug, he ripped off Fang Huiran's hip skirt.
With a "rip," Fang Huiran became even more panicked.
Perhaps it was her innate sense of shame, or perhaps she wanted to fight to the death.
She desperately used her wallet to hit the young migrant worker.
But it was like tickling, making the young man more audacious.
"Help! Help! Help!"
"Bitch, you're still screaming? You dare to scream? I'll make you enjoy it, then see if you still scream!"
...
It was unclear how long the struggle lasted, perhaps only a short while, when Liu Sandao noticed Fang Huiran's emotional breakdown.
She was already more than halfway outside the river railing.
Liu Sandao had no time for self-reproach.
In fact, he had let his guard down after watching Fang Huiran stroll.
What surprised him even more was why the young man in the baseball cap suddenly turned criminal.
When he crossed the road, Liu Sandao had noticed him; he had seemed very kind and honest.
His steps had always been cautious.
How could such a person be a pervert?
Perhaps he still didn't understand ordinary people well enough.
But at this moment, a plume of black smoke spewed from the young man.
Liu Sandao peered closely, and it looked like a person.