671: Being Molested By A Woman

Being Molested By A Woman

Initially, the internet celebrity had wanted to develop in the entertainment circle. With her financier and her fans supporting her, things had gone quite smoothly. She had participated in many television programs, produced music albums, held concerts, and starred in web dramas. Now that things had turned out this way, everything had been ruined.2

The internet celebrity's studio had even released an announcement saying that the internet celebrity suffered from depression as a result of this scandal and wanted to sue the female fans of Si Chengluo.

"Sister Sheng Sheng, some people these days obviously have a lot of dark history. Any one of them would ruin one's morals, yet they want to have a pure and innocent image. Are they crazy?" Xiao Ye also looked down on that so-called top lady.

Actually, it was not that the female fans of Si Chengluo did not want to let her off and wanted to torture her to death. It was just that the internet celebrity had evil intentions.

She had not been well-behaved while filming the show. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she had been using all kinds of small expressions and cheap tricks to find an excuse to get close to her younger brother. She had wanted to use this opportunity to gain his attention. In the end, she had tried to steal a chicken, only to end up losing the rice. She had not expected Si Chengluo's fans to be so valiant. She had not managed to gain popularity. Instead, she had conned herself.

Si Chengluo's fans used to tear people apart frequently in the past. However, this was the first time they had torn someone apart so ruthlessly. It was really the first time they had done it. They had torn someone until they could no longer survive in the entertainment circle.

"Si Chengluo's fans are called fairies?" Ling Sheng took a look outside. Seriously, they were role models who chased after celebrities like crazy. They were more like female ghosts! How could they be called fairies?

"Yes, they were originally called Goddesses of the River Luo." Xiao Ye knew a lot. After all, she was a fence-sitter.

"If they were known as the Goddesses of the River Luo, is Si Chengluo the Earl of the Yellow River?" Ling Sheng smiled.

"Yes, River Luo and the Yellow River. However, they switched their name to fairies later on." Xiao Ye took another look outside. When the car drove away, the fans were left behind.

However, while Si Chengluo's car started driving, the fans were still screaming and chasing after it. When they were stopped by the security guards, they heard earth-shaking shouts. "Luo Luo, you can do it!"

Ling Sheng knew that the fans of fresh celebrities were like lunatics. One could not afford to offend them. Even if one did not have a dark history, they could create a dark history for them. This made her even more determined to avoid any unnecessary conversation or physical contact during the show.

After Ling Sheng got out of the car, she was led backstage by a staff member. However, the staff member answered a call at the last minute and told her the room number before leaving in a hurry. The corridor was very quiet. From time to time, two staff members would pass by, but she did not see anyone familiar.

The door was half-closed. Just as Ling Sheng was about to push it open, a hand suddenly reached out and dragged her in forcefully.

Before she could react, she was pinned against the wall by a long-haired girl who was shorter than her. She asked, "Tell me, are you with Jun Shiyan?"

Ling Sheng was dumbfounded. She looked at the domineering, arrogant girl in front of her with a dark expression and nodded subconsciously.

D*mn, what was going on? Had she met her love rival?

"Ahhh, I knew the two of you would definitely be able to do it." After the girl shouted excitedly, she gave her face a bite. She was extremely proud and excited. "Ling Sheng, I love you to death. I knew that if you were together, there would definitely be no problem!"

Ling Sheng was flustered. F*ck, she… she… she had been molested by a woman.

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