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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.

Ling Chen coaxed her so that she could no longer pretend and screamed in fear.

"Lighter, it hurts!" Jane Fan reached out to push him, but she was firmly pinned to the top of his head.

The man in front of her was enjoying himself, while Jian Fan was suffering.

"Close your eyes, baby, and you'll be happy." Ling Chen's movements became gentle. He leaned over and kissed her eyes as if he were kissing the most precious treasure.

A strange feeling rose up from Jian Fan's stomach, causing all the nerves in his body to tense up. She wanted to scream, but she bit down hard on her lower lip. Closing her eyes, she felt every hair on his body change slightly. She could feel his excitement.

The man growled, becoming more and more excited, as if he was about to reach a peak.

It was at this moment that Jian Fan opened his eyes. His black pupils shined with a cold light, looking straight into his eyes. His hands, which had been restrained, suddenly retracted as he fiercely pulled them back. It was tightly stuck on the man's neck.

Ling Chen's movements suddenly stopped as he narrowed his dangerous eyes and looked at her.

Jane Fan bent his knees and heavily slammed into his coccyx, causing him to fall from the pain. She took the opportunity to mount his waist, and the strength in her hands suddenly constricted, strangling her to death.

"Giggle!" There was a slight sound, and Jian Fan knew it was the sound of his neck breaking. Without wasting any time, her red lips curled up slightly, and her elbow curved into a cone as she fiercely thrust it towards his heart.

"Don't move!" A cry was followed by the sound of a cold pistol being pointed at her temple.

Jian Fan was shocked and slowly let go of the hand on his neck. He then raised it above his head as a sign of surrender.

"Bam!" The sound of a gunshot from an empty shell shook her to the point where she suddenly shut her eyes tightly. Her heart was beating intensely, and she felt a terrifying aura that was close to death.