The woman who was committing violence was about thirty-seven or eight years old, with a beautiful face and a concave figure that was like a ripe peach. The boy on the ground was extremely attractive, but the boy on the ground was extremely pity. His tiny limbs and shriveled body were covered with countless scars. Some were old and some new boys were stepped on the ground by the woman wearing high heels. Although the slender heels made the boy's chest painful, the boy dared not resist at all. Fear filled his eyes. He begged to look at the woman who was high above and the young woman looked at the boy on the ground condescendingly. She enjoyed the fear in the boy's eyes very much. The feeling made her feel extremely comfortable, and even a faint pleasure from the soul.