Chapter 64 The Bully
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How could she not be afraid?
In her first half of life, she had faced all kinds of criminals: cunning, vicious, and cold-blooded. But none of them were like Alexander Summers.
He was a bully.
And he was a bully that could control her every move.
Now, this bully was beckoning her over...
Purple Summers didn't move, cautiously staring at him.
Alexander said, "Are you coming over on your own, or should I carry you over?"
Purple bit her lip and reluctantly went over.
Alexander pulled her down to sit next to him, extremely close.
He turned on the TV, randomly picked a channel, and watched a TV show while playing with Purple's little hand.
Purple felt both relieved and uncomfortable all over. Relieved, because Alexander hadn't gone crazy; uncomfortable, because Alexander kept touching her.
He pinched her fingers, scratched her palm, and wrapped her long hair over her shoulder around his fingers, circle after circle.
Purple was annoyed.