Rong Shao Nan Ning Y

Tang Zhenzhen's fingertips were white with how tightly she was gripping her hands, almost to the point of bleeding. But she knew she couldn't... she couldn't collapse right there, nor could she snatch the five yuan back from Ning Yuan's hand.,If you want two dollars and fifty cents for monthly living expenses, you have to work as a laborer at your aunt's place.,In her heart, there was a secret, liberating sense of pleasure.。