Clara walked over, ready to pick them. She estimated there were at least five or six. Tonight's dinner was settled.
Just as she was about to turn around, suddenly someone covered Clara's mouth from behind. A hand tightly gripped her neck. Clara was scared, dropping the corn in her hand, her heart pounding. Who? Who is it?
Clara dared not move, but she was extremely afraid. She wondered what this person wanted and what they were planning to do.
The person behind her just tightly held Clara and didn't make any other movements. Clara could only hear rapid breathing, the hot breath burning the back of her neck. In just a moment, countless thoughts played out in Clara's mind. Was this person planning to assault and then kill her, or take her somewhere else?
Suddenly, the person behind her moved, pulling Clara backward. In the process of moving, that person's hand made a move, and seizing the opportunity, Clara bit down on their hand.