C8 (1/2)

He walked in quietly and hugged her from behind, startling the beauty.

Ah!” Su Rui turned around and saw him. She coquettishly said, ”You're so bad. You sneaked in and gave me a fright.

”Do you like it?” Ling Chen's suit had long since been soaked by the spray, and the strong muscles of his chest could be seen under his half-naked shirt.

”I just like you bad.” The woman's voice was so soft that it could squeeze water out of it as she smiled coquettishly.

After the intense entanglement, the woman leaned against the man's strong arms, her face flushed and full.

Su Rui was two years older than Ling Chen. The reason why Ling Chen could not lose his favor was not only because of her ability to seduce women, but also because of her ability to know when to advance and when to retreat. For example —

”Chen, you still like that girl you sent over last night?” She asked very naturally, but she did not know that the person she had painstakingly taught had long since changed.

Ling Chen's hand that was stroking her long hair paused slightly, then said lightly: ”At this moment, I don't want to mention anyone else.”

A faint smile appeared on Su Rui's beautiful face as she drew circles on his chest with her fingertips. ”Alright, I know I was wrong. Please punish me, Young Master.”

Ling Chen's breath tightened, he grabbed her hands and whispered: ”How do you want to punish you?”

Su Rui looked down and said coquettishly, ”Then punish me …”

”Ugh …” Before he could finish his words, the man had already pounced forward uncontrollably.

The night was cold outside the window, and there was a room filled with a charming atmosphere.

In the bedroom of Kingone's villa.

The moment Ling Chen left, someone came in and carried Jian Fan out with a sheet.

She was put back into the cage, but this time it was different. The cage was locked, and only Ling Chen had the key.

The iron cage was moved to the storage room. Even though it was daytime and the door was tightly shut, the inside was still pitch black. One couldn't see one's own fingers in front of the door.

A nurse came in and treated her wounds. She fed her nutrient solution, but Jane didn't resist. From the looks of it, he wouldn't give it to her. If she wanted to kill him, she had to live.

The late autumn night was especially cold. Jian Fan, wrapped in a sheet, sat on the ground, shivering from the cold.

It had been two days since the last drop of water had dripped onto her. Her pale lips were cracked and dry, and her pale face had turned blue and purple.

Jane Fan, you will definitely be able to hold on! She cheered herself on.