C1 (1/2)

The night was dark, and the cold autumn wind mixed with the falling leaves made rustling noises as they hit the French windows.

Halfway up the mountain, a warm red light shone on the black silk, illuminating the luxurious mansion of Kingone. There was a seductive beauty in the body of the dancers, causing one's mind to waver.

Ling Chen lazily leaned against the headboard, lighting a cigar and squinting his eyes as he watched the performance.

Jane Fan was holding onto his long hair, revealing an exquisite face. His charming and deep eyes were filled with electricity as they slowly swept across every inch of Ling Chen's skin.

Ling Chen swallowed his saliva, quickly extinguishing the cigar, twisting it towards the snake-like spirit. The moving person made a gesture with her hand, her thin lips parted. ”Come here.”

With a charming smile on his face, Jian Fan obediently climbed onto the bed. Her soft waist pressed against the man's strong body, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

Jian Fan's face turned red and his breathing became erratic.

”What, Sister Rui didn't teach you before you came?” Ling Chen's thin lips curved upwards, revealing an evil grin.

A look of distress flashed across Jane Fan's delicate face.

”Ugh …” A satisfied snort came from the tip of his nose. Under the hazy red light, the resolute and handsome silhouette appeared exceptionally cold and demonic-looking, as if …

Jian Fan's heart shuddered slightly. He looked like a snow leopard that was ready to pounce out of hunger.

”Oh!” The scream of pain was forcibly retracted, leaving only the delicateness between her lips. Yin. The pain had reached her temples, but she still had to greet him with a charming smile. Yes, in his favorite position.

”Comfortable?” A warm breath blew into her sensitive ears, causing a shiver.