"Let me go...what are you going to do!" Mason Zhuang looked around, trying to distinguish these strangers who had grabbed him for no apparent reason, but before he could even look, he was dragged into the crowd.
"What are you doing? Fcuk you, B!tch."
A hand came from under his pants and grasped the soft thing accurately. Mason Zhuang froze, unable to believe that he would encounter such a thing.
It was not the first time that someone other than himself touched this place, but he did not feel as embarrassed as before. He just felt disbelief and disgust.
He kicked and hit hard, trying to shake off the dirty hand, but he was unable to dodge. When he avoided this hand, more hands reached in.
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