A Wild and Hot Cutie novel Chapter 177

Finally, her left hand can move, and she is holding back, trying to release her right hand.

"Ah!"

With a scream, the thin man stabs the fat man with a knife in his hand, and the blood gushes all over the place. Alisa is scared and shivers constantly. She doesn't expect that the two men would turn against each other for money, and they would kill the killer.

These are two people who don't even want their lives for money.

Alisa is struggling with the fear in her heart, trying to untie her right hand. It happens that the fat man falls in the same direction as Alisa.

Alisa stoops down and unties the rope on her feet. At the moment of she unties, the thin man pushes away the fat man's body and rushes to Alisa.

"Bitch, want to run..."

"Ah!" Alisa screams, picks up the chair and waves at the skinny man behind her.

The thin man takes a few steps back, dodges the chair, turns around and draws a dagger from the fat man's body, and chases Alisa.

"Ah!" Alisa screams irrationally, dragging her trembling legs, and runs down the stairs in her life.

As soon as she rushes out of the door, she runs directly to the outside of the gate.

At this time, her mind is blank and her heart has only one belief, so run away.

At night, she can't see the black of her fingers. She bumps into a bosom firmly and cries out conditionally.

"Help, help! ... Please don't kill me!"

"It's me!"

The deep, dark voice sounds like a tranquilizer for Alisa. It is Davis! She has never felt so warm and safe in his arms.

Alisa plunges into his arms and cries out in horror, "Save me, someone kills me!"

"Don't be afraid, everything has me..."

Davis takes Alisa behind him and steps forward.

The thin man is chasing down fiercely. When he sees her, he stabs her with a knife. "Bitch, you tease me. I'll kill you now."

Davis sneers, "Look for death!" The body moves slightly and he kicks over.

The night is as thick as ink. Alisa can only see two shadows fighting together. She stands nervously. After a long time, she reflects and cries for help.

"Help, help!"

Alisa's sharp voice is especially clear in the night. She wants to call more people to deal with the gangsters together.

Sure enough, after her voice, there is a dog barking voice. It is doggy.

Alisa is holding her hands to her mouth and shouting, "Doggy, doggy, come on, there is a bad guy..."

When Leo comes with doggy, the thin man has been subdued by Davis. The flashlight in Leo's hand lights up his vision.

The thin man is beaten black and blue by Davis, and his hands are pulled behind him, unable to move.

"I'm sorry, Miss Alisa. There are some friends here today. I am late. They surprised you." Leo apologizes.

Doggy stands in front of the skinny man, grinning and howling.

Alisa shakes her head weakly. "Call the police. There's a dead man upstairs..."

Half an hour later, the police takes the two bad guys away.

Davis drives Alisa downtown. Alisa is sitting in the passenger seat. She looks like to be collapsed.

All the clothes on her body are drenched with sweat.

She turns her head and sees Davis's suit, which has been opened several times by the knife. There is fresh blood in the broken part.

Alisa pounces on it with concern. "Are you injured?"

Davis reaches for his clothes and covers the wound with disapproval. "It's all right." He says in a low, sexy voice

The car stops at the gate of the community.

"Would you like me take you up?"

With dark eyes on his handsome face, Alisa purses her lips and nods.

Since he respects her, she won't reject him like that.

In the living room, Davis sits on the sofa and looks around. This is where Alisa lives. This is the first time he has been allowed in by her.

Alisa comes out with a lavender dress, still holding a first aid kit in her hand.

Under the light, Davis was scratched with three knife marks on his left arm, his sleeves are rotten into strips, and blood flows from here.

"I'll clean the wound for you!"

Davis doesn't refuse. He will not refuse Alisa. Alisa is his universal gravitation. Even if he doesn't do anything, just looking at her like this, he feels peaceful.

Alisa kneels on the sofa, cuts the sleeves with scissors, and cuts the shirts together.

Anyway, these two clothes are rotten. They can't be worn any more. They are simply cut into short sleeves by her.

There are three deep wounds on the thick arm, which should be cut by the knife in the thin man's hand.

The wound is bloody and fleshy. Alisa bites her lower lip and gently applies medicine for him!

Davis doesn't say a word. His black eyes look up along the thin white legs. The sweet skirt wraps her small body. The exquisite undulating curve is hidden in it. The low neckline can see the faint undulating white and round outline. He can imagine the enchanting scenery inside.

Davis's throat is tight, his blood is boiling fast, and he suddenly pushes Alisa away with his injured arm.

Suddenly he stands up.