Without the idea of AIAI, everything would seem so boring. The two chatted absentmindedly for a few more words, and the woman began to look at her phone frequently.

"It's not early! Shall we go back? Although it was an inquiry, the woman's words could not be refused.

In fact, the time is just after nine o'clock, and for people in the middle of summer: this time, the nightlife has just begun.

"Good! Then the next time we meet, we'll have red wine together and call your roommate? "Lao Mian hasn't forgotten the spare tire in the end.

"Hmmm! Okay - don't you have my QQ? Get in touch then! The woman did not refuse, which gave the old face some hope and made up for the lack of being able to enter the alley just now.

Maybe she also wants the three of them to play together - the old face inevitably starts to be evil YY in her heart again.

returned the same way, sent the woman to the door of the community where she lived, and the old man went straight home. Although we didn't win tonight, it was a small win - better than nothing!

Lao Mian's home is located in the northeast corner of the entire community. He likes to be quiet, so when he bought a house, he chose the most inaccessible place. Every summer, no matter how noisy the food stalls outside are, he is still a pure land here.

Walking slowly like this, I turned off the main road and walked into the blue brick path in front of the unit. Just when Lao Mian was thinking that he might be able to be the three of them with S next time, suddenly a gust of wind swept in the back of his head, followed by a pain in his heart, and he almost fainted.

Before he could react from his vertigo, another punch slammed into his eye socket, and the old face was shining with gold in front of him.

"What are you doing—what are you doing—" The old man, who had been punched twice, only reacted at this point, desperately blocking with one hand while grabbing the attacker with the other.

"Bump-" There was another muffled sound, and the sneak attacker didn't care about the old man's shouts, and he opened the arm that the old face was blocking and punched again.

This punch hit the chest, and the old face who couldn't support it finally fell. Although the pain was unbearable, he was still awake, he knew that he was no match for this man, and his only hope was that it would all end quickly.

With his head in his hands, he curled up into a shrimp, protecting his face, chest, lower abdomen and crotch, exposing his back and buttocks.

The attacker began to kick hard around the old face, and as the raindrops of kicks fell, the old face let out a burst of painful ** sounds.

The sneak attack was quick and swift – the beating lasted two or three minutes before it ended. As the footsteps faded away, Lao Mian slowly let go of his arms.

He felt like he had been torn apart alive, and his whole body was on fire. Every joint, every bone, every piece of flesh and every nerve hurts.

Especially the fatal punch to the eye and back of the head. It was as if there were two high-powered electric hammers drilling into the head from the front and back, and then began to hammer wildly.

"Ahh

As he screamed, he struggled to open his swollen eyes, and by the faint light of the streetlights, he saw a puddle of red on the brick floor beneath his cheeks—blood coming from his mouth.

He struggled to move his hands and feet, which seemed to be no longer his own, before slowly changing from lying on his stomach to lying down.

"Ahh