"Chiz. Carson? ”

Sasha said, moving his body slightly, so that his shadow would not completely envelop the girl in front of him, Chiz. Carson's impression of him was still more than two years ago, that she was a heavy addict who looked like a paper-cut figure, but now she looked fine and healthy, and that painful experience was like a piece of a videotape, completely and cleanly cut.

When she was on Poseidon Island, Chiz was about as tall as Sasha, and in Orrosa, she wasn't even taller than Sasha's shoulders - of course, there was a relationship between the fact that boys who coincided with puberty grew taller almost day and night, but Chiz's best growth period was indeed destroyed by those terrible drugs - and now, she only had to raise her head slightly to kiss Sasha's lips, she was very close, exuding the fragrance of a girl, even in such a dim place, her skin was still like pearls, Or as white as the moon, she was still a little thin, but she was no longer so frightening, both her buttocks and her breasts were full, and her limbs were very strong, otherwise she would not have been able to run so fast just now, and she would not have been able to pull a man weighing one hundred and fifty pounds up directly on her own.

"You look much better." Sasha said sincerely.

"And you're as bright as ever." Chitz said that there was no falsehood either.

The guy lying on the ground suddenly snorted loudly, interrupting their gaze, and Chiz put away his smile and walked over with a blank face, kicking him in the face with the heel of his shoe.

The girl who was pressed under his body grabbed Sasha's hand and stood up, she was angry and scared, her lips were long-winded, she couldn't speak, the shoes on both feet didn't know where they were kicked in the struggle just now, she didn't wear stockings, her bare thighs were red marks from grass stalks, and the placket was open. A nipple patch fell out, and the pendant of the necklace was thrown to the back of the neck.

Brian. DuPont flew past Richard.

He looked a little embarrassed as he stood panting in front of Hopkins and them, and a few locks of his hair, which had been neatly groomed in the dance hall, had fallen out in the heat of running. Covered his eyes - in a low-light place, the dark brown iris looked black, very pure black.

He looked at the boy, then at the girl, and it was already clear, and the flaxen-haired fourth-grader frowned, very quickly, barely in sight, and then was silent for a moment, "I think I have to thank you." ”

"I'm just a little surprised." Chiz. Carson politely replied, "Please tell me that I didn't interrupt some kind of ritual - like a first-grade boy being thrown into the water - a first-grade girl deserves to be ...... at the orientation party Harass? Considering the girls around her, she carefully picked a word that was not too irritating.

"I don't want to defend this bastard," said Brian, "but it's really not a good place to talk, and I think a cup of black tea with brandy is urgently needed?" What do you say? ”

Chiz looked at the girl. Sasha didn't speak, neither of them had the right to make any decisions for a victim, and Brian had already thought of this, and he smiled at the girl with a sincere embarrassment and pleading.

The girl hesitated, she wanted to punish the bastard who dared to rape her, but she knew it. She wasn't materially harmed, he was an attempt, or rather, he was stopped at the beginning, and she didn't know if these two people, who were also freshmen like herself, would testify for her - no student who could apply to Manchester would be a fool, just a few tens of seconds. She thought of a lot of things – even the mongrel lying on the ground was just a normal person (his parents, for example, weren't among those who donated $204 million), and Manchester wouldn't be happy to have to see his school hooked up to a scandal at the end of orientation week.

She's going to be here for at least four years.

Her parents weren't in the 204 million either, they were just two mediocre little clerks, and her grades were good. Otherwise, it wasn't very good, but it was a miracle to be able to apply to Manchester – and even she didn't know how she impressed the interviewers.

Brian took off his coat and draped it over the girl, the smell and warmth of a young man as the last weight.

"Go to me first," Brian said naturally, "I've got a medical kit, hot tea, and brandy...... Well, don't talk about this last point. Hopkins, Carson, can we come along? ”

Chiz nodded, knowing that Brian was trying to avoid more surprises: "What about this guy?" ”

"It's a bit cold at night in Manchester in September," Brian said coldly, "but not to the point where it freezes people." ”

As an administrator, Brian. DuPont's room, which was much more spacious than the students', small ensuite, and a single one, with a kitchen and bathroom, made good on his promise to make them hot black tea, and when he held up a small bottle with a capacity of about two ounces to give them "dripping" brandy, the girl refused, "I've had enough of alcohol tonight." She muttered.

Brian smiled, put away the vial, and began to clean and treat her wounds, except for the minor abrasions that looked like red pinstripes, and the bruises left by the hard tugging on her arms and wrists, which fortunately did not dislocate.

Hopkins and Carson stood at the other end of the living room, sipping black tea, their voices low to make sure neither of them could hear what they were saying.

"She'll get a scholarship." Chiz. Carson said.

(To be continued)