"Definitely, if there's booze and meat, we'll surely come."
Miss Du and Cuiya were both gagged with white cloth. Cuiya made muffled cries, while Miss Du's face was ashen, like that of a corpse.
Yuda, the bandit chief, grinned lewdly and pinched Miss Du's face. The callouses on his hand brushed against her tender skin, sending waves of pleasure through him.
Yuda swallowed his saliva eagerly and said, "Hurry, bring my bride to my room."
This village was a den of thieves, so whoever was the bandit leader also served as the village head.
Today, the village head's wedding was a grand affair.
Several old women stripped Miss Du naked, then dressed her in a bright red wedding gown, and splotched cheap makeup onto her face. Pressed down by the women, gagged, Miss Du's eyes brimmed with tears.
She had thought it was just a simple trip to Xining, never anticipating such a disaster.
Given Miss Du's character, she would rather die than yield to a disgusting bandit.
