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Waves of heat wave struck over and Xiang Bei's consciousness was almost drowned out.

Well, at least the man had a nice figure.

Thinking this, the man got closer and Xiang Bei immediately pounced on him.

She hung around the man's neck like a fairy, domineering as a queen: "I don't care who you are, now, sleep!"

She raised her face, her delicate cheeks were dyed pink, and her full lips were so tender and beautiful that she could lick them.

At this moment, under the urging of the medicine, she had already abandoned her shame.

As he got closer, the man's face became clearer.

Xiang Bei pinched his chin, and spoke boldly: "You look pretty good, you are my dish."

In truth, Xiang Bei only saw that pair of eyes.

Sharp and cold, like a predator.

Xiang Bei's waist suddenly tightened as she was lifted up by the man.

Her mind was completely out of control. She knew this was a man who could make her feel comfortable. She eagerly tugged at his tie and shirt …

Bang! Xiang Bei was thrown onto the bed.

As soon as her tender skin touched the soft sheets, she couldn't help but twist.

The strong body of the man covered it.

"Darling, you're really going to die." After saying that, the man fiercely kissed those alluring red lips.

Xiang Bei's heart trembled again. That's right, that's the voice!

Without knowing where the strength came from, Xiang Bei pushed the man's face away, "Who exactly are you? Was it you two years ago? Was it you that night? "Also, are you the one who gave me the painting?"

"It's me." the man said.

This person replied too straightforwardly, causing Xiang Bei's mind to be in a mess. The shock brought by this man had already completely overshadowed the shock brought by Yan Qing Zhou's proposal. One question filled her mind: "Who exactly are you?"

"Mu Cheng Feng." The man lowered his head and kissed her chattering lips.

The desire that was just suppressed woke up once again, Xiang Bei's struggling consciousness was stripped away.

Mu Cheng Feng... Mu Cheng Feng... The man who had fallen from the sky.

When Yan Qing Zhou rushed over with his people, there were two rows of bodyguards wearing black clothes and sunglasses standing in the corridor outside.

The door that was originally tightly shut was deliberately opened by someone. Before Yan Qing Zhou even got close, he could hear an ambiguous moan coming from within the room, as well as the sound of his body colliding and the heavy breathing of the man.

Song Miao's heart sank, and he subconsciously looked at Yan Qing Zhou.

The latter's face was livid as she stared fixedly at the door.

Xiang Da Hai and his family that followed along were also shocked speechless. He covered his mouth towards the south and spoke with a sharp voice: "Brother Qingzhou, the woman inside is big sister."

"Scram!" Yan Qing Zhou bellowed, and immediately walked towards the door.

My North... Bei Bei had been protecting her for eighteen years; ever since she was born, she had always wanted to marry her as her wife. Because he loved her so much, Bei Bei never dared to be disrespectful towards him …

With every step he took, his heart bled.

That man, damn it!

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't go in."

Yan Qing Zhou was stopped by Luo Lie.

"Scram!"

After a series of cracking sounds, Yan Qing Zhou's men pulled out their spears.

He turned towards the south and shrieked loudly, but a trace of a smile flashed in his eyes.

Xiang Da Hai was so scared that he dragged Liu Qian Ru and ran south.

Nearby, Yan Qing Zhou could clearly hear Xiang Bei's painful cries and "don't want it anymore", as well as the man's gentle and soft coaxing, "be good, it won't take long …"

"I will kill you!" Yan Qing Zhou's eyes were about to crack.