Sorry, I’m not Cinderella

This time she charged at her with both hands outstretched in front of her, aimed at her neck, and charged. Before Clara could react, she was strangled by her grandmother. Hard chop.

Clara struggled to catch her breath, but her pubic hair was as tight as a pincer. As if she was trying to kill you.

Hana panicked and ran to stop her, the joke had gone too far, she could no longer control her actions as if a demon was dominating her.

“Mom, stop it, there’s been a murder.”

With great difficulty, Hana pulled her away from her.

“Don’t bother mom, it’s itchy to look at it.”

“Mom, don’t get angry, it’s not good for your health. If you don’t like me, there’s a way to make her not dare to disobey you next time.”

Hana’s voice soothed and at the same time encouraged her, she turned to look at her son, eager to see how her daughter would handle her.

While Clara was still trying to breathe. Hana went to the kitchen, then returned with a pair of scissors in her hand, right in front of her.

Clara, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly stood up. Sensing what was about to happen, she subconsciously turned her head to run away, but the mother grabbed her. She looked at her daughter with satisfaction.

While she held her tight, Hana slowly approached her, eager to tease her.

“What would you think if I cut off this beautiful hair? Oh! I can’t imagine your ugly birthmark being displayed for the world to see. You couldn’t meet anyone then, then you have to obediently bury yourself in this house forever, won’t you?”

Hana said as she roughly grabbed a strand of her hair, the scissors pressed against her hair.

Clara shook her head in protest. She laughed happily, just about to press down on a cut when suddenly the door to her room opened. The mother and daughter saw that and quickly let go of her. Hana put the scissors behind her, and smilingly greeted the man who had just walked out of the room.

Exhausted, Clara slid back and sat on the floor, breathing heavily.

…

The appearance of that strange man helped Clara, but she had no mind to doubt whether to appreciate or say thank you. Not to mention playing with her, Xenia’s friends are not nice people.

“Are you awake?” She cooed, then quickly ran to the side, putting the other man’s arm around her.

He responded to her with a loving embrace.

Then he turned to ask when he saw her appearance.

“Who?” He stared at Clara. A glint of defiance as he admired Clara’s well-proportioned body. Although her face could not be seen clearly, since her messy hair had not been fixed, he could still see her beauty.

“Ah, that’s my niece.” She said, then turned to Clara: “Don’t say hello to me yet.”

Clara was still in shock, unable to understand anything, nodding slightly instead of wanting to speak.

“It’s not about the two of you here, hurry back to your room.” I chased both of them. Just waiting for Clara to climb the stairs quickly before she disappeared, she called out.

“Clara! Get your clothes out to dry quickly.”NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

She returned to her room, still unable to calm down. Closing the door hastily, she slid down her back, trying not to burst into tears.

Suddenly, her phone rang, and she had to ring a third time to pick it up. Message from the principal. Probably didn’t see her coming, so he urged her here.

She immediately sent a message to the director, saying that she might not be able to come today. When it was over, she regained consciousness, she needed to finish her chores or else something would happen.

Remembering what happened just now, she thought she needed to thank that man once. It was he who saved her at the right time, otherwise, her mask would be gone.

Standing up, leaving the room she got to work immediately as if what just happened had never existed, because she was used to it, it was possible that she had become immune.

oOo

Moments later.

While she was standing in the cramped laundry room and folding clothes. Then he appeared at the door, stealthy, staring at her. He bent down and grabbed the underwear she was hooking. Clara felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment and anger. The guy raised his head and laughed.

“It suits you so well, how charming is it?” He said with a carefree gesture.

She immediately snatched it from his hand with a resolute attitude, her eyes glaring as a warning.

Even though she was angry, she remained silent, but she thought he was a good person. It seems that she was wrong, but also the right person likes her. How could she befriend someone who is kinder than her, taking advantage of each other? That’s all. He was still standing there, saying some disgusting harassment. Clara tried to work faster to get out of here quickly.

She had thought that if she ignored him and endured a little, he would stop. Unexpectedly, he continued and did more. He stepped a little closer to her, close, then mumbled erotic words in her ear. My chest was pounding, my instincts told me something bad.

“I think it’s time for us to understand each other better.”

His body smelled of cheap perfume. He said while his dirty hands were stroking her butt. With a shiver, Clara still didn’t answer, Just finished drying the last shirt. She quickly turned around and walked out.

He was angry when she deliberately avoided as well as ignored him.

“Is this how you treat your auntie friends? Looks like I should help your aunt fix it up.”

His voice rasped, then grabbed her arm. She jerked back in time. In a panic she pushed past him to get out of the cramped room, the men blocked her way out, grabbing her roughly and shoving her against the wall.