The ditch water was very shallow, just up to the ankles.
But Joy Thompson fell so hard she was almost lying flat, her mouth even drank several gulps of water, the disgusting taste hitting her head, making her break down and vomit immediately.
Joy Thompson hurriedly stood up, but couldn't control her dry heaving.
Ashton Marshall stood nearby, gazing down at the ditch-bound Joy Thompson, as if looking at trash.
Joy Thompson angrily said, "You..."
"Hmm?" Ashton Marshall raised an eyebrow, signaling her to curse.
But Joy Thompson held up her hand, trembling unsure of what to do, putting it down felt wrong, continuing to point felt wrong, and the swear words at the tip of her tongue wouldn't come out.
That Little Pretty Boy had such a strong aura she chickened out.
After a while, Joy Thompson lowered her hand and almost instinctively retreated several steps.
