Amy looked up and saw in a blur that it was Brooklyn's face.
She pinched herself hard and reluctantly stood up on his outstretched hand.
"Mr. Scott, help me."
Brooklyn didn't expect to meet Amy when she came to Kingcardine to run some errands.
He held her up and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
Amy looked behind her and gasped, "Let's get out of here first."
Not far away, the car was coming after her, she had to get out of here first.
Brooklyn could feel her hot skin.
He didn't ask anything, helped her into the car and drove away.
Amy sat on the passenger side, like something was scratching inside.
It's hard, it's too hard!
She touched her pants pocket and wanted to stick another silver needle in it.
Only to find that the needle had fallen out at some point.
The evil fire in her heart was wearing out, and she was breathing harder and harder.
Brooklyn drove on, hearing her rapid breathing, her brow furrowed.
He raised his hand and touched her forehead, "Amy, what's wrong with you?"
Amy's big watery eyes looked at him, her hands were hard, and she pinched herself hard.
"Mr. Scott, I ......"
She tried to say something, but her voice came out with a hint of broken longing.
It's soft and charming.
Brooklyn is not unseen.
Seeing this look on her face, her eyebrows frowned slightly.
"Amy, you're not being set up, are you?"
Amy bit her lip and mewled, sweat dripping down her forehead.
Brooklyn throttle to the bottom, face slightly condensed, "You first bear a little, I will take you to the hospital immediately."
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