Can't Donate

Blake's eyes were bloodshot as he pressed Louis firmly onto the wall and pointed at his nose, "Louis, let me tell you this, my woman absolutely cannot get involved with those dirty things. If you dare get any closer, I'll kill you and keep my word."

After he finished speaking, he released Louis, turned around, and slammed the door.

Louis's body fell limply onto the ground along the wall. He coughed violently twice, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out.

"How are you?" Trevor asked worriedly.

Louis sneered, and waved his hand, "I’m not dead yet."

Trevor sighed, and helped him to sit on the sofa, "It's not that I'm talking to you, you don't have any kind of women you want, but to provoke Blake, you're fucking tired of living."

Louis only smiled; his smile was filled with sorrow. In his eyes, women could only be divided into two types. One type was liked by others, while the other type was disliked by others. And other than Avery, all the other women belonged to the latter type. Unfort