In a dark room.
The girl's dream-like bed was thrown into a mess.
The clean pale pink blanket was scrunched up.
Xiao Ning was dragged to the floor. Her silk nightgown was badly wrinkled.
The man looked down at her from above.
His long and cold fingers pointed at the caller ID on Xiao Ning's phone screen. His tone was hoarse and cold. "Your friends?"
Xiao Ning's eyes brimmed with tears. "That's my best friend…"
"Best friend?" The man laughed coldly. "That kind of friend who shares everything with you?"
Xiao Ning shook her head desperately. "No, no, no! I didn't tell her about you and me. Please don't do anything to her… She doesn't know anything, really! Uncle, I swear!"
The man glanced at her coolly. "Don't call me that affectionately. Others will think that I'm really your biological uncle."
