【The Spring of an Ordinary Woman】(Volume 03: Do I Love You?) (01-39) Author: Shui Se Liu Su

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Chapter 1 After Going to the Sauna, You Know Your Penis Is Small

? Could it be that Liang Yinming and Sha Tingyan had a past relationship? Even though he was full of doubts, Cong Yun
nodded tactfully without asking any questions: "I understand."

Ni Zijing hummed in agreement, not intending to say anything more, and walked ahead, leading the dressed Cong Yun
to the first-floor dance hall in the elevator.

The two entered a large dance hall of several hundred square meters. Under the ambiguous lighting, rows of
beauties dressed in revealing or modest attire, sexy or conservative outfits, stood or sat, most of them crowding around the edge of the dance floor, waiting to be
pulled into the dance floor by unfamiliar hands.

"You wait here for Lan Ling, she'll be here around 2 o'clock." After glancing at the host in the center of the stage,
Ni Zijing finished speaking and left Cong Yun alone.

Standing in the center of the stage was an incredibly handsome man, dressed in a cool and sexy outfit, holding a microphone and
hosting the program with a dashing air. His other hand waved enthusiastically, and his voice was incredibly magnetic and
infectious: "Welcome, handsome men and beautiful women, to our beautiful Hanhuang! Thank you for
still having the heart to listen to my singing while you're surrounded by beauties. As the saying goes, you only realize how small your official position is when you get to Beijing,
how little money you have when you get to Shenzhen, how good your kidneys are when you get to Hainan, how great a sauna is when you get to Dongguan
, and how wonderful sand dancing is when you get to Chengdu. After a sauna, you realize how small your penis is, but only when you come to our Hanhuang—you'll know how uniquely
beautiful this place is!"

"And there's another saying, 'Women don't love bad men, and women won't grow tall if they're not a little horny.'

So, my dear friends, since you've come to our beautiful Hanhuang, open your
arms wide, embrace our beauties, and enjoy yourself to the fullest!" He danced nimbly while shouting:
"(Roar!) You sanded me into three legs, (Ha!) I sanded you into a bottle of mineral water... Now, let me first
sing a high-energy song for everyone—Eighteen Touches to liven things up, band, get ready, music, start..."

The host then sang and danced, the song fast-paced and energetic, his dance moves powerful and dynamic. Leg raises, somersaults,
spins, head shakes, splits—he performed each movement with ease. His tight black tank top
revealed his muscular physique, paired with trendy jeans, flowing medium-length hair, and a large
dragon tattoo on his left arm, showcasing his wild side.

The energetic song and dance immediately created a high-energy whirlwind in the audience.
The beauties were equally impressive; as soon as the rhythmic music started, they swayed rapidly, twisting their waists and hips,
pressing close to their male partners in front of them, doing their utmost to seduce them.

A spotlight shone a blue beam, making the diamond stud on the man's left ear shine even brighter than the flash. When
Yun saw his young, flamboyant face, her head suddenly buzzed, and her eyes widened to twice
their usual size . Wasn't this wildly dressed, handsome man the one who claimed to be gay?

Was this Liang Yinming omnipotent? He seemed to know everything. But what surprised her more
was why he had come in person. Was this why Ni Zijing had suddenly mentioned him earlier?

After the song ended, the male host calmly withdrew from his position, picked up the microphone, and loudly proclaimed, "The Japanese
invented karaoke, but we Chinese invented sand dance! Do you all want to try some sand dance? Have some fun? You do,
right? Then, please welcome the beautiful ladies and handsome men to the stage for a wonderful and exciting erotic dance!"

Immediately afterward, amidst applause and shouts, a voluptuous woman wearing a bikini and a sheer scarf,
and a muscular man wearing a white rag, appeared on stage. Amid cheers and screams from the crowd, the two
removed ...

Suddenly, all the lights around them went out, making it pitch black, and even Liang Yinming, who was in the center of the stage,
disappeared.

Unlike prostitutes, the women at the Sand Dance Hall, who are available for selection, are mostly ordinary-looking women from respectable families,
professionals, or university students who come part-time to earn some extra money. They earn ten dollars for dancing two songs, each
lasting less than five minutes. They simply stand in the dimly lit central dance hall with a man, letting him touch their bodies. In one
night , they can easily earn two or three hundred dollars.

For men, it's affordable and quick, more convenient and profitable than for women. Therefore, all sorts of
men like to come to Sand Dance Hall for entertainment, while respectable women like to seek thrills and earn
some pocket money without burden or pressure.

Looking around the dance floor, accompanied by lingering songs, couples are entwined, clinging tightly
but motionless, their sensitive lower bodies pressed together, rubbing against each other repeatedly. Some have one hand
idly sliding inside a woman's blouse, while others have even gone so far as to grope her under her body.

However, the real sand dance wasn't in the main hall, but hidden behind a pillar, because there…

a pair of cool, large hands landed on her waist, tightening around her and pulling her back. Cong Yun
instinctively stiffened, turning her head to see who it was.

"Miss, would you like to dance a couple of songs with me?"

In the darkness, only the diamond earring on the other person's left ear could be seen sparkling brightly,
shimmering against the night. Cong Yun's eyes widened twice as much as usual. "How could this be,
you?"

Chapter Two Chengdu Sand Dance [Slight H]

Liang Yinming's eyes darted around, and he raised a finger to his rose-colored lips, making a slightly
provocative "shh" gesture.

Then he reached out and encircled Cong Yun, pulling her into the innermost dark room. Inside were rows of
small rooms, partitioned with high-grade wooden panels, with only one exit and no door.

These narrow, cramped rooms, barely wide enough for two people to stand in, were specifically for the women who wanted to
perform . The guests would lean against the wall, while the women pressed themselves against the men,
sometimes rubbing their buttocks against the men's sensitive areas, their bodies at the men's mercy.

This was what was known as "dancing against the wall!"

Liang Yinming pulled Yun into the innermost room, his dark, bright eyes fixed on
her. He asked, "Do you know how to use 'sex'?"

In the darkness, although her beautiful face was obscured, the atmosphere made her features
appear even more striking.

Soft moans from women and deep, labored breathing from men drifted from all around. Cong Yun shook her head, frankly
saying, "I don't know how."

Without a hint of surprise, Liang Yinming smiled knowingly, leaning lazily against the wall with his hands in his
jeans pockets. He said casually, "Come here, I'll teach you how to do it."

"You came here specifically to teach me this?" Cong Yun asked, surprised.

A slight smirk played on Liang Yinming's lips as he chuckled coolly, replying, "Sort of."

Then, glancing at Cong Yun dismissively, he suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, saying,
"Let's begin."

Seeing his indifferent expression, Cong Yun swallowed her questions and obediently shut her mouth, her body
stiffening against his broad chest, unsure how to move.

If she were serving a guest in bed, she could manage, but in this intimate, secluded room
, with no bed and nowhere to sit, she felt utterly helpless.

Sensing her unnatural stiffness, Liang Yinming chuckled mischievously, deliberately pulling her closer, lowering his head
to rest his head on her shoulder, his eyes blinking lightly twice: "Relax, treat me like your guest."

Turning her over, Liang Yinming's lips habitually curled to the right, a smile both sexy and
alluring his perfectly proportioned, flawless body, adopting a submissive, fish-like
posture.

His deep, magnetic voice slowly echoed in the darkness, "Come here, slowly sway your body,
tease me little by little with your breasts."

Unable to see the meaning behind Liang Yinming's expression, Cong Yun could only meet his bright, sparkling eyes.
Sensing the seriousness in those eyes, she moved her supple body in rhythm with the passionate music playing in the dark room,
her movements shifting back and forth before his muscular frame.

"Loosen up a bit more." Liang Yinming pressed her voluptuous body even tighter against his
chest, which was clad only in a black tank top, savoring the tingling sensation from her movements. Sensing Cong Yun's impatient
pace, Liang Yinming said calmly, "Start with gentle twists, then gradually increase the intensity. Sand dance is about precise
movements, gentle and subtle, not about rushing."

Following his instructions, Cong Yun limply pressed her body against Liang Yinming's chest, her body
coiling around him like a snake, her breasts rubbing slowly against his skin.

"Good." A beautiful yet eerie smile curved to the right, his captivating eyes crinkling as well.
Liang Yinming spoke with satisfaction.

With his hands on Cong Yun's buttocks, Liang Yinming lifted her buttocks upwards,
gently bumping against his soft groin, chuckling wickedly, "Next, slowly
rub, knead, grind, and squeeze with every part of your body until I get hard."

In a pitch-black room, surrounded by a group of lustful men and women, with
moans and music filling the air, even the most conservative woman would be aroused by such an
environment .

"Oh...bang! Oh...oh...bang!"

From the adjacent dark room came the sounds of flesh slapping and screaming during intercourse. Cong Yun's
private parts tightened, her plump labia writhing in unbearable emptiness. Such an environment, such conditions,
coupled with the high-class man exuding ultimate allure in front of her, made it incredibly easy for a woman to become aroused, especially
a "battle-hardened" prostitute like her.

But even though the "unbreakable" woman was moved, the man in front of her still maintained that lukewarm,
arrogant expression, which made Cong Yun feel a little frustrated. How could a man be so resistant to teasing? If
he wasn't completely indifferent to her, could it really be a homosexual relationship?

Her mind racing, Cong Yun turned around, tentatively raising one leg and rubbing her genitals against his
groin , squeezing his soft penis between her narrow buttocks and moving it rhythmically up and down,
using the movement of her lower body to stimulate him.

Liang Yinming arched his back, his upper body bent into a small bow shape, his hands casually in
his back pockets, his eyes closed, letting her rub and tease his sensitive areas.

Suddenly, without warning, Cong Yun unzipped Liang Yinming's jeans, reached into his sexy underwear,
revealing his masculinity, and grabbed his penis with both hands, ready to rub it back and forth.

The hand holding the man's genitals was grasped by a large hand. Cong Yun looked up at him, her face filled with question and
a slight blush.

"It's best not to use your hands," Liang Yinming said, frowning. He pried her hands away, grabbed his own penis, stuffed it back into his pants, and
zipped it up.

A pair of hands paused in mid-air. Cong Yun explained somewhat awkwardly, "But you..." It's really hard for you to get hard.

A soft hum came from his nose, and Liang Yinming's smile widened slightly, exuding a captivating sensuality.
He reached out and pulled her back against his chest, his breath teasing her earlobe. "I'm teaching you how to
handle Lan Ling."

Oh, I see. Cong Yun suddenly understood and without hesitation, she twisted her waist, continuing to tease his sensitive area
through pants.

Suddenly, a devilish hand stealthily slipped inside her clothes, while another reached forward from behind, simultaneously grasping her full, round breasts.
The hands kneaded and squeezed her breasts from side to side,
the thumb twisting and turning the nipples.

"You've improved,"

a deep, husky voice whispered in her ear, tinged with a hint of flirtation. Cong Yun let out a soft moan; the man's gentle touch sent waves of tingling pleasure
through her , causing her to groan softly.

Perhaps it was the overwhelming eroticism of the surroundings, or perhaps it was the influence of hormones, but Cong Yun slumped against him
, somewhat intoxicated, like a limp balloon, completely at Liang Yinming's mercy.

In Cong Yun's blank mind, she only vividly felt that incredibly hot hand, wantonly
kneading her bare breasts. The strong fingers had completely sunk into her tender flesh, squeezing lightly and heavily,
as if savoring the texture and elasticity of her breasts.

Her two round, smooth breasts were gently caressed, slowly kneaded, forcefully pinched, pulled apart, and
then squeezed inwards, the back-and-forth rubbing eliciting a series of suppressed moans: "Mmm...uh..."

"Draw out the last syllable, men like women who moan," Liang Yinming whispered casually in her ear.
He withdrew his left hand from the woman's breasts, slid it down her waist, and slipped it under her skirt, covering her
private parts .

"Wet?" Liang Yinming raised an eyebrow, his teasing voice whispering in her ear, more like a lovers'
murmur. Cong Yun's private parts involuntarily tightened, and sticky fluid flowed uncontrollably.

The man's middle finger pressed lightly between her wet labia, without friction, just a gentle press. Then he
began to move slowly back and forth, the slow, long thrusts causing her labia to rub against his fingers.

Liang Yinming's two fingers slid back and forth on her labia, gradually increasing the pressure,
occasionally touching her clitoris, sending a tingling sensation through Cong Yun's private parts.

The hot fingertips were gently caressing the tender petals that had been untouched for so long, an electric current shooting through every pore, Cong Yun
's body trembled involuntarily, her vaginal muscles contracting and clenching involuntarily. Clenching were the bold, fiery, and rough male
fingertips .

The man's two fingertips gently teased outwards, forcing the moist, slippery petals to open wide.

"Mmm...mmm...uh—can you put it in?" Cong Yun groaned, shifting her hips restlessly
, hoping he would insert his fingers.

Liang Yinming chuckled, his slender fingers obediently squeezing into the narrow space between the woman's thick labia, suddenly
attacking her erect clitoris.

Cong Yun's lower abdomen involuntarily twitched. Before she could react, the man's hot fingers
suddenly began to dart and ravage, her labia instantly swelling and widening from the defilement. The
tender, dewy bud, unable to withstand the ravaging of the man, became engorged and erect, nectar constantly seeping out, as if nourished by rain and dew, oozing
droplets fluid.

Chapter Three: Unsatisfied Desire? [Slightly H] A series of soft "tsk tsk... plop plop... slurp... bang bang..."
sounds came from all around. There were sounds of kissing, sounds of flesh touching, and of course, the "sizzling" sound of Liang Yinming's
two fingers sliding in and out of Yun's vagina.

After a short while, Liang Yinming felt water gradually dripping from his palm, knowing that her inner
desire had been ignited.

As he rubbed, Liang Yinming extended one of his fingers, slowly raising his middle finger, feeling
the structure of Yun's vaginal opening. When his middle finger reached the crevice between the two labia, Liang Yinming skillfully squeezed his middle finger inward,
then returned to the original speed.

Two fingers thrust in and out of her tight, folded
vagina out even more vaginal fluid. He buried his fingers inside, freely stroking and rotating the vaginal walls,
trying to avoid her G-spot, while praising, "So much fluid, flow more."

Liang Yinming's fingers were relentlessly increasing in speed, powerful and rhythmic.
Unlike a man's penis, no matter how fast it thrusts, it can't match the range and pressure of fingers, especially for men with strong
arms . The fingers churning inside a woman's vagina moved with the speed of a whisk.

"Oh...ah...ah..." Yun's back heaved rapidly, her breathing quickening,
her body twisting and turning with the movements of Liang Yinming's two fingers.

Pulling one of Yun's legs apart and holding her close, Liang Yinming lifted her skirt,
revealing . His teasing had parted them slightly,
and he inserted his fingers back into her wet vagina, probing and probing inside. Liang Yinming deliberately asked her, "Does this feel good?"

"Ah—ah—" she cried out a few times, her vaginal fluids flowing even more freely. As his two
fingers entered her parted buttocks, the vaginal walls seemed to have been waiting for them, immediately enveloping them.

The hand caressing Liang Yinming's penis from behind moved faster and faster. She felt lightheaded, dizzy
, and unable to think straight, desperately thrusting her hips to allow his fingers to penetrate deeper, hoping that Liang Yinming
's penis would quickly become erect and enter her throbbing, aching vagina.

"Ah, ah, hmph, hmph... Ah, deeper, that's right, that feels better!" The finger
twisted and coiled inside like a snake, making Cong Yun scream and feel as soft as melted candy
.

Something cylindrical in the palm of the hand behind her slightly curled up, and Cong Yun
felt a sense of relief. Was this fox-like man finally getting some feeling?

"Come on, squeeze my fingers hard." Liang Yinming dipped his thumb in the lustful fluid and began to stroke her clitoris.
The other two fingers resumed their original speed, even faster, and ruthlessly stirred in Cong Yun's lustful, gushing hole
.

"Ahhh—" Cong Yun's legs went weak from his pounding, and she almost fell down.

"Scream, scream harder, scream with all your might." Quick-witted and agile, Liang Yinming steadied the swaying Cong Yun, biting
his lower lip and concentrating all his strength on the hand beneath the woman. His hand, thrusting in and out of Cong Yun's vagina
, moved with the speed of a penis, even faster and more forcefully!

"It's going to break, it's going to break—" Too fast, too fast, she couldn't take it! Ah! Her labia, tightly writhing around the man's fingers
, seemed to want to devour them whole, frantically trying to
push them deeper into her vagina.

Suddenly, without warning, Liang Yinming tore Cong Yun's panties to shreds with one hand, his palm forcefully and recklessly
churning inside her vagina, his two fingers moving like a powerful pile driver,
each thrust faster than the last.

"Mmm...mmm...oh..." Her breathing shifted from shallow to deep, then to rapid. Cong
Yun's entire body slumped against Liang Yinming's chest, seemingly enjoying it immensely, and thus offered no
resistance.

She had no time to think about her underwear; her mind was blank, filled with the waves of pleasure from the man's two
warm, rough fingers inside her, a sensation that seemed to melt her... She felt as
if a thousand insects were biting her vagina, the tingling, itchy feeling leaving her feeling empty and almost collapsing. She desperately wanted
to shove both fingers completely into her vagina.

A woman's desires are insatiable, even immeasurable, especially when she was being awakened by a man with
considerable flirting skills.

She was also trying to press the man's two fingers fully into her empty vagina;
however , she knew they couldn't fit into her narrow opening. She knew what she needed.
So she twisted her buttocks and rubbed them against Liang Yinming's penis, trying to clamp it tightly with the flesh between her buttocks
, while her other hand impatiently moved back and forth through his jeans.

"Scream again! Squeeze harder!" This time the force was heavier and stronger. Liang Yinming's arm seemed to have inexhaustible
strength. "Plop plop—" His fingers didn't stop for a moment, fast, hard, fierce and heavy. "Drip
drip drip— " It brought out bursts of lustful fluid, which was plentiful, sticky, wet and greasy.

"Ahhh—" Cong Yun was now more than just clamping. Her thick labia seemed to want to
twist Liang Yinming's two fingers off. Her whole body twisted and shook wildly, and all she could imagine was a man's magnificent
penis penetrating her vagina.

That intense lust was burning inside her. After all, she was a woman who was gradually maturing. Her natural
needs and desire for a man's body were leading her towards a world of rampant lust.

"Faster, faster, scream! Scream again! Squeak it in!"

Liang Yinming frantically thrust two fingers in and out, urging her relentlessly, giving Cong Yun no
time to think, forcefully trying to bring her to the peak of ecstasy.

He sensed her trembling with excitement; the contractions and throbbing of the woman's vaginal walls gripped his fingers tightly,
so powerfully. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina, dripping onto the ground.

"Ah...ha!...I...can't..."

Cong Yun's breathing was so rapid she could hardly breathe, her face flushed, the fluid from her vagina flowing even faster, her vaginal opening
red and moist, contracting and relaxing repeatedly. She couldn't take it anymore; the stimulation brought her intense pleasure,
causing her to convulse uncontrollably.

She felt her vagina contracting rhythmically, and she couldn't help but moan. With
each "Ah, ah," "Oh, oh," feeling her body
thrusting relentlessly towards each peak.

After a few heavy thrusts, Liang Yinming suddenly withdrew his finger with a "plop," without warning.

As if thrown from the peak to the ground, Cong Yun slumped weakly to the ground, blinking in confusion. Her legs, exposed to the air, were spread apart, and the honey-like fluid inside her vagina was still slowly overflowing, just like its
owner
, somewhat unable to react.

Taking out a tissue from his pocket to wipe his sticky hand, Liang Yinming casually tossed the tissue on the ground,
squatted looked directly at her: "That's enough."

"Huh?" Cong Yun realized her voice was a little hoarse as soon as she spoke, revealing a seductive charm
only . The question she was about to ask turned into a panting breath in the lingering afterglow.

"Unsatisfied?" Liang Yinming raised an eyebrow playfully, admiring her contracting
labia, like a fish's mouth opening and closing. He reassured her, "It's alright, ask Lan Ling to satisfy you later."

"Remember, don't wipe away the water down there." Patting her face, Liang Yinming straightened up, stood up, and left
, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Looking down at her, he said, "Otherwise, it'll be a waste."

He didn't give her a chance to reply. Cong Yun only had time to watch his back gradually disappear into the darkness, somewhat
lost in thought . Was it just her imagination? She had clearly felt his erection just now—

Chapter 4 Human Flesh Isn't as Expensive as Pork.

Stepping out of the dark room, Liang Yinming rubbed his dry fingers a few times. They were a white, sticky mass, with some
clumps of substance on them, constantly emanating a woman's erotic scent.

Liang Yinming's eyes darkened as he gazed at the "human pool and flesh forest" of the dance floor, a deep sorrow filling his eyes.

His eyelids were delicately contoured, with long, slender double eyelids, but his dark pupils lacked warmth.

Living in a sexually fulfilling era where "human flesh is cheaper than pork," men's desires fueled carnal lust, and women
's desires stemmed from passion. So what about his desires? He had long since discarded them the moment he made his decision.

Suddenly, his gaze, which had been drifting aimlessly, turned towards the bar, meeting a woman's eyes directly.
A slight smile played on Liang Yinming's rose-petal-like lips as he turned and slowly walked towards her, languid and leisurely.

Watching him approach, Sha Tingyan blurted out her doubts, her watery eyes filled with a mixture of
scrutiny and expectation.

Liang Yinming walked slowly past her, without pausing or even glancing at her,
heading towards the men's restroom.

If possible, in that fleeting moment as you pass by, please turn around and look into my eyes, even just for a second.

Her eyes dimmed, and a deep sadness etched onto her beautiful face. Sha Tingyan gave a self-deprecating smile, a hint of
bitterness in her voice, and said, "I wish the person inside was me."

Her voice, neither too loud nor too soft, reached his ears. Liang Yinming pursed his lips, pretending not to hear, and
continued walking forward with his long legs.

"Why? Am I not beautiful enough?"

Liang Yinming stopped in his tracks, turned around, his handsome brows furrowing slightly, and voiced his
question , asking in bewilderment, "What do you see in me?"

Love at first sight? He couldn't even remember when he had met Sha Tingyan. Love that grew over time? Even more absurd; they
had only crossed paths a few times.

Her dark eyes flickered with a blank stare, her gaze towards Liang Yinming becoming somewhat lost. Sha Tingyan's
eyes shifted slightly, and instead of answering, she asked, "Perhaps, you could replace me with that woman?" If that would
allow you to touch me.

"I won't throw you to Lan Ling."

"Why?" Sha Tingyan's eyes lit up, a hopeful light flickering within them.

Long, slender, pale fingers traced a half-heart shape in the dim light. Liang Yinming's
lips curled into an alluring smile, his deep, dark eyes, like those of a wildcat, meeting Sha Tingyan's clear, bright eyes.
He said, "Because you like me."

Ha… it was she who liked him, not the other way around.

Should she be thankful that she, Sha Tingyan, had chosen a man who was ruthless yet loyal? He
was ruthless , but loyal only to those who loved him, even if he didn't love them back.

**

Washing the sticky residue off his hands, Liang Yinming walked out of the rose-gold gate of Hanhuang,
descending . Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a tall, slender figure approaching from the other side. He slightly turned his head,
his gaze sweeping over them indifferently. Their eyes met inadvertently.

A thoughtful glint flashed in the depths of her cool eyes. Lan Ling turned her head to scrutinize the avant-garde-dressed man.
The man dressed like a flower...where have I seen him before?

"Brother Lan, you've finally arrived!"

A woman's deliberately ingratiating voice interrupted his thoughts. Then, his vision blurred, and a
meticulously made-up face appeared. The face was quite white, but unfortunately, the features weren't delicate enough.

Blocking Lan Ling's view, Cong Yun tightly held his arm, pressing her full upper
body against his slender frame, not giving him any room to turn around. She smiled sincerely and said, "Shall we go upstairs?"

Lan Ling looked away, pursed his lips for a long time, and then smiled faintly, politely asking, "Did your Manager Ni
send you to greet me personally?"

"I came by myself," Cong Yun said as she walked, pressing her slightly trembling breasts against the man's arm.
Through her clothes, he could feel the softness and warmth of her breasts. Cong Yun whispered ambiguously in his ear, "I
can't wait any longer."

His eyes remained unchanged. Lan Ling's warm hand, through her skirt,
stroked , casually saying, "Do you know that Wu Cenxi's men are looking for you?"

The warmth of his hand traveled through her clothes to Cong Yun's unbearably empty lower body. Her wet opening tightened, and Cong
Yun, somewhat eager, led Lan Ling into the central dance floor, not hearing his question clearly.

She felt an unprecedented urge to have a man, regardless of
his appearance, weight, or physique, as long as he had a penis and could satisfy her emptiness.

There's a type of aphrodisiac called "snacks," a weapon far more potent than ordinary aphrodisiacs.
While regular aphrodisiacs only stimulate a woman's desire, Liang Yinming's two fingers pushed her lust to its limit. He refused to feed her with
solid food , instead constantly tossing her snacks, forcing her to swallow them, making her addicted yet never satisfied.

Chapter Five: The Dance Floor [Extremely High H, Beware] In the dark dance floor, pairs of male and female partners
moved gently and slowly to the soft music. Some stood still, performing a "stack dance,"
not moving with the rhythm.

Squeezing into the crowded throng, Cong Yun wrapped her arms around Lan Ling's back, dancing a close dance with him.
Her head rested on his shoulder, her body softly leaning against him, her chest pressed against his, letting out
a barely audible sigh.

Her body craved any man, but
the image . He had beautiful, captivating eyes that blinked constantly, as if inviting someone at any moment, yet always with an
air of arrogance, arms crossed, coolly shooing people away, practically screaming "I'm going to be
cool" written all over his face.

After tonight, just after tonight she would have the courage to go to him—the faint scent of tobacco wafted into her nostrils,
mixed with a strong, masculine aura that made Cong Yun's eyes slightly glazed.
She felt intoxicated by the masculine charm emanating from the man before her, even if it was only temporary. But she
knew she needed this man now, desperately needed him.

Accompanied by soft music, Lan Ling's hand, which had been resting on Cong Yun's waist, wandered around her back
a few times, slowly moving upwards. Then, it reached forward from under Cong Yun's armpits, and through a thin layer of clothing,
covered one of her breasts, grasping it tightly, moving it, playing with it. One of the woman's
breasts bounced and deformed in his hand.

A comfortable moan escaped her lips, and Cong Yun lazily rested her head on Lan Ling's shoulder, her feet
moving lightly with his steps. She asked, her words muffled, "Did you just ask me something?"

She remembered Lan Ling speaking before entering the room, but because she was worried about Liang Yinming being discovered,
and also body's desire for a man, she hadn't heard what he said clearly.

A slightly sarcastic smile played on his lips. Lan Ling's eyes narrowed, shooting out a strange light.
He whispered in her ear, "Tell me, isn't Wu Cenxi amazing in bed?"

Unable to see the man's expression, only hearing his deep, slightly sarcastic voice, Cong Yun's arms tightened
around him . She didn't understand why he wanted to interfere in Wu Cenxi's bedroom affairs.

"Uh…" Cong Yun hesitated slightly, giving a vague answer, "Not bad."

"Is that so?" Lan Ling responded insincerely, one hand slowly sliding down her waist, slipping
inside Cong Yun's skirt. Finding nothing underneath, he let out a soft hum.

His fingers gradually moved down, touching the smooth, warm inside, then moving towards the end of her thigh, where it was even
softer and wetter. Upon touching the woman's dripping wet vulva, he was startled. His eyes, hidden behind his glasses, were half
-closed. His fingers, moistened with the gushing fluid, checked them discreetly; there seemed to be no trace of semen.

Looking at her expression, there was no sign of drug use.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed his movements seemed to pause. Cong Yun panicked slightly and was about to say something when Lan Ling, as
if nothing had happened, embraced her and continued "dancing."

His hands, hidden under her skirt, sometimes slid up and down her plump, round thighs, like playing a video game,
constantly pinching her round buttocks in turn; sometimes he freely caressed her inner thighs, then
explored deep into her groin, from the inside out, but never touching her private parts.

Could you not be so polite? Could you go a little further in? Suppressing her inner turmoil, Cong Yun gritted her teeth
and endured it , but her vulva kept opening
and closing. Unconsciously, she felt a tingling and itchy discomfort in her genitals. With a slight movement of her feet, a drop of vaginal fluid that had been hanging on her labia majora dripped down.

Something sticky flowed from her wet cleft, running down her inner thighs and
dripping onto Lan Ling's hand that was caressing Cong Yun's legs.

"You're the most slutty woman I've ever seen." Lan Ling
was amazed that He had never seen such a slutty vulva before. Was this
why Wu Cenxi had sent his men to capture this woman?

Taking this as a compliment, Yun raised one bare thigh and wrapped it around Lan Ling's waist, pressing her private
parts against the bulge in his crotch, rubbing them back and forth in a 360° circle. She boldly declared, "I can be even
more seductive."

Letting out a satisfied sigh, Yun's labia trembled, opening and closing as if panting,
or perhaps eating, as if she wanted to swallow Lan Ling's hot penis whole.

The man's veined hand slowly moved down, gently stroking through the pubic hair. The coarse, curly
hair wrapped around his fingers like flower petals, then rubbed and kneaded her soft, concave area.

Cong Yun's body trembled slightly, her vagina contracted, and she gripped his shoulders even tighter, thrusting thirstily towards Lan Ling
's penis, as if she were thrusting into a meat stick, her waist working even more vigorously in circles.

Lan Ling held Cong Yun even tighter, his male desire slowly swelling under Cong Yun
's double teasing, becoming uncontrollable.

Damn it! He actually got hard and swollen after being teased by a prostitute for only a few seconds.

In just a few seconds, Cong Yun felt something like a copper rod pressing against her vagina,
hard and erect. In the darkness, Cong Yun couldn't see what his penis looked like, whether it was thick or small, long or short. She
had no way of knowing, and it didn't matter whether it was long or small, as long as this hot, big meat stick could be inserted
into her empty little hole.

The tent-like erection of the man's genitals was inserted into Cong Yun's private parts. Of course, it wasn't a real penis; it was merely rubbing back and forth along the edge .
The pleasure of the friction made Cong Yun lose herself, and her body involuntarily swayed slightly . Lowering her head, Cong Yun reached into Lan Ling's crotch, groped for a while, squeezed his testicles, and asked, "Does it feel good?" "Mmm," Lan Ling murmured softly, her hands on Cong Yun's buttocks tightening. "I'll make you feel even better," Cong Yun said passionately, grasping the man's hot, hard penis. Sometimes she would make a circle with two fingers and stroke it a few times; sometimes she would hold it tightly with all five fingers , as if estimating how long and thick Lan Ling's penis was. Then she would cup Lan Ling's two testicles in her hands, weigh them, and shake them to see how big and heavy they were. A man's most vulnerable spot is most susceptible to a woman's sometimes flirtatious, sometimes tender caresses! Under the stimulation of Cong Yun's hands, his already erect penis swelled even more, trembling uncontrollably. "How much for one time?" Lan Ling asked, her breathing slightly heavy. "I'm very cheap," Cong Yun answered honestly, lowering his legs and intending to lead Lan Ling to the VIP room on the top floor. Unexpectedly, Lan Ling suddenly grabbed Cong Yun's hand and said calmly, "Try it out first." He ran his fingers along her vulva, unzipped his suit pants, lifted the hem of Cong Yun's skirt, and positioned his burning hot penis against Cong Yun's slightly parted vulva. He moved his penis back and forth along her inner thighs. Because there were people around, Cong Yun's legs were only slightly open, and since she was only up to his chest, Lan Ling gently pushed the head of his penis against Cong Yun's vulva a few times before sliding it out. Having been with many women, including all sorts of beauties, the experienced man lowered his body and teased Yun's vaginal opening little by little with his massive penis, prying open the entrance with the glans before slowly inserting it. Then, with a thrust of his hips, his huge, spear-like penis plunged deep inside! The half-inserted tip throbbed against the inner walls, and before the forcibly stretched vagina was fully filled , the enormous glans was pushed out again. Yun lifted the back of her skirt, and after confirming that no one around could see what was under her skirt, she cooperatively raised one leg slightly and wrapped it around his waist to facilitate his entry. Reaching down, she parted the two fleshy labia, widening the opening . Cong Yun instinctively rose on her tiptoes, lifting her buttocks, and thrust the man's thick, hard, hot penis into her fluid-filled opening. With Cong Yun's downward thrust, Lan Ling forcefully pushed his hips forward, inserting his entire long, erect penis. "Hmph..." Finally inside, Cong Yun let out a heavy sigh, her vagina gripping the man's penis with unbearable hunger. The tender flesh inside her vagina tightly gripped the man's penis, as if afraid of losing a precious treasure , desperately locking it in. With each movement, a tremendous wave of pleasure washed over her lower abdomen. Her vulva, stretched open by the large penis, felt an unprecedented fullness, as if her life was controlled by that magnificent penis, leaving only pleasure. In the dimly lit dance floor packed with over a hundred people, as a strange man inserted his penis into her most private parts, the excitement of intercourse far outweighed the immense shame that came with it. Oblivious to everyone else, Yun let out soft moans and gasps, her body swaying to the rhythm of Lan Ling's movements. In the darkness, Lan Ling felt as if he had struck a small hole, the flesh there sinking in, his penis feeling incredibly comfortable being gripped and sucked. Because he couldn't thrust, the sensations from his lower body were even more pronounced. His thick penis plunged deep and forcefully into the woman's vagina, tightly gripping her delicate, narrow vaginal walls. The tender flesh inside her vaginal walls gripped and contracted tightly around the thick, hot penis, a warm heat emanating from the tightness. An unprecedented sensation spread throughout her body; the warm, tender flesh gripped his penis tightly, opening and closing with the woman's rapid breathing. This feeling was incredibly pleasurable, even more satisfying than vigorous thrusting . Music played one song after another. The two were fully clothed, only their lower bodies tightly joined together. They moved lightly with each step, appearing to outsiders like a well-behaved couple. Dance partners came and went around them, but Lan Ling and Cong Yun remained calmly moving in the lewd atmosphere of the dance floor. Suddenly, Lan Ling gripped Cong Yun's buttocks, thrusting upwards with a powerful motion, causing Cong Yun to cry out "Ah!" and arch her upper body, her body going limp against his chest as if electrocuted. "Let me grind you a little first," Lan Ling said softly , suppressing the urge to thrust wildly inside her . "What do you mean by grinding?" Cong Yun's body began to sway slightly involuntarily, her breathing becoming unsteady, dissatisfied with the man's still posture. "That's it..." Lan Ling pressed against her vulva, rotating his hips in a circular motion, his penis rubbing against the walls of her vagina, going in and out... Soon, Cong Yun began to moan, "Mmm...so comfortable...rotate faster..." Lan Ling rotated his hips slowly, causing the head of his penis to grind against the tender flesh inside her vagina, while his fingers moved down and hid under Cong Yun's skirt, reaching to the place where the two were joined. He felt that the small hole in the woman's vagina, which was filled with his large penis, was already seeping out streams of translucent love fluid. He rubbed the tender flesh of her genitals with his rough fingertips , his nails gently scraping the tender walls, and his fingers gently kneading the small clitoris in her vaginal opening.

She felt a strange, large hand caressing, stroking, and moving downwards among her pubic hair… Finally, his fingers found that incredibly soft , rosy clitoris—the most sensitive core of a woman—
on the smooth, delicate bone above her moist opening, beneath the soft pubic hair . “Mmm…” Cong Yun let out a low moan. It turned out that Lan Ling's fingers were gently pressing against her shy, tender clitoris, stroking and rubbing it… The intense stimulation sent shivers down Cong Yun's spine, causing her to involuntarily moan. Under the man's wicked yet skillful caresses and slight thrusts, his most sensitive area was simultaneously penetrated, teased, and provoked, causing her soft, supple body to tremble involuntarily . He pinched and rubbed her soft nipples with his fingers… a thick, unusually large penis was gently grinding deep within her secret, secluded vagina . Cong Yun tightly clamped her two plump, white thighs together, the tender flesh inside her vagina opening and closing rhythmically , her uterus clenching and gripping the large glans inside. The mucous membranes of her vaginal walls clung tightly to the deeply inserted thick penis, bringing her so much pleasure that she almost ejaculated. "Mmm!" The two let out a muffled groan. Cong Yun weakly rested her head on Lan Ling's shoulder, her thick pubic hair sticking to Lan Ling's pubic hair with her vaginal fluids. Her bright red labia trembled and turned outwards with each step, her vagina, tightly gripping the penis, was wide open, yet vaginal fluids could still be seen flowing continuously from their point of union, emitting a pungent, fishy smell. The large penis continued to throb A rough index finger lightly touched her nipple, causing it to tremble slightly and become even more erect. Lan Ling reached under her shirt to caress and fondle her breasts, his lower body also moving slightly. "How many men do you sleep with a day?" Moving lightly, Lan Ling adjusted his breathing as he reached out his large, semen-covered hand to knead her breast, teasing her erect nipples with his fingertips. "Uh..." After a while, she realized this man's words were a bit too explicit, quite different from his gentle and refined demeanor . "Not many." Burying her head in Lan Ling's chest, enjoying his touch, Yun answered in a muffled, conservative voice. Her tender flesh writhed nervously; she felt the hot, large glans inside her trembling , bringing a strong sense of stimulation. "How many is my number today?" Lan Ling asked in a low, slow voice, beginning to thrust his , slowly but firmly. The flames in Cong Yun's heart ignited and rose with each thrust, her chest heaving. Lan Ling lowered his eyes, staring intently at Cong Yun's entranced expression, gently thrusting his member, tightly gripped by her narrow vagina. He didn't use much force, just gently and slowly withdrawing a short section before softly and gently pushing it back in. Unable to withstand his repeated teasing, Cong Yun's buttocks rose and fell repeatedly, gripping Lan Ling's firm hips tightly, as if trying to connect them forever. She gasped, "Brother Lan, I can't hold back anymore." Lan Ling smirked, lifting her up. This position brought his member even deeper inside her, making their union even more intimate, without a single gap. Their bodies were tightly joined, rising and falling with the movement of their bodies. The intense grip caused the tender flesh of the woman's vagina to clench tightly around his penis, a warm heat emanating from the tightness, bringing waves of tingling pleasure. He carried Cong Yun to a small cubicle in the dark room, pressing her directly against the wall. Lan Ling's hands were pressed tightly against Cong Yun's buttocks, thrusting his own hips upwards while grabbing her waist and shoving his lower body forward . At the same time, he slammed forward with all his might, his entire penis finally disappearing completely into Cong Yun's slippery, tight vagina , striking her clitoris directly, as if trying to drain all his strength from her. "Ahhh—" In an instant, like being electrocuted by pleasure, her lower body trembled slightly, and Cong Yun let out a long moan as a powerful wave of pleasure flowed through her body. Lan Ling's abdominal hair was thicker and coarser than that of an average person, countless hairs rubbing against Cong Yun's plump vulva and buttocks, causing unbearable pain and itching. Each time his firm, hot glans slammed deep into her vagina, the friction of flesh against flesh, the entanglement of hair against hair, was like an electric shock. The intense pleasure of his penis thrusting in and out of her tight, wet opening several times was excruciating. Suddenly, Lan Ling exerted force, the head of his penis slamming hard against the tip of Cong Yun's clitoris several times. Cong Yun's body trembled , and her "Ah—" became hoarse with excessive excitement. Each friction within her vagina produced a "splish, splish" sound, each time completely engulfing Lan Ling's penis in her small opening. A large amount of nectar overflowed, flowing down Lan Ling's thick penis onto his scrotum and thighs. Lan Ling, tireless, thrust his hips forward, his waist powerfully pumping, rapidly and forcefully penetrating Cong Yun's wet, warm, tender, and tight vagina. Then, he pulled his penis out and thrust it in again, each time like shooting a goal, forcefully pushing open layers of tender flesh and thrusting it hard into Congyun's thirsty, wet hole. Almost every time, he pulled it out completely and then thrust it in completely, all the way to the bottom. "Hmm...so good...it's hitting the spot, it's hitting the spot..." Once again experiencing the blissful , almost unbearable pleasure of sex, Yun let out wanton moans, spontaneously thrusting her round, plump buttocks forward, allowing the man's thick, hard penis to penetrate even deeper. She savored the intense pleasure of the large, round, burning hot glans deeply embedded in her empty, unbearable vagina... "Looks like she knows how to moan," Lan Ling thought to himself, arching his back . He supported her buttocks with both hands, moving his penis in and out between her thighs, the intense penetration causing her juices to splatter everywhere. In the darkness, at their point of union, with each thrust, streams of fluid gushed out. "Mmm!" Lan Ling breathed softly, the woman's tight, tender flesh below like a giant sponge, absorbing all the sins within him. For a moment, he only wanted to burrow completely inside, to thrust into that soft sponge. The man's veiny arms gripped the woman's round buttocks tightly, and with a sudden thrust , they joined together. One can imagine that the point where they were joined must have been incredibly tight.

"Oh, so good...so good, you're so amazing..." Cong Yun hugged Lan Ling's neck, her
slightly closed eyes fluttering with her upper eyelashes, her mouth opening and closing. Her legs were wrapped around Lan Ling's buttocks,
her breasts bouncing violently back and forth with Lan Ling's intense and rapid thrusts, and the moans emanating from her nose were even more wanton and intoxicating. Her

round buttocks swayed up and down and side to side in response to his penetration, and as Lan Ling thrust in, her two swollen, plump
labia constantly stimulated the base of his penis, and each time she withdrew, a little bit of vaginal fluid came out.

Lan Ling's sweat was already slightly seeping out, and with the intense movement, it mingled with the sweat on Cong Yun's body, making
their skin contact even more slippery and stimulating. The woman's ecstatic face was full of intoxicated pleasure, and
the pleasure of conquest instantly spread throughout Lan Ling's entire body.

He stripped her clothes off, buried his head in her breasts, and sucked on her hard nipple. His massive penis thrust
relentlessly into her soft opening. The thought that this was the woman Wu Cenxi had been with made his erect penis grow
even larger inside her.

With a low growl, Lan Ling lowered her body, roughly lifting one of Cong Yun's short, thick thighs and
placing it on his waist. He thrust hard into her entrance, then began to pump in and out with great force, each time pulling his penis
to the woman's opening before plunging it in. His two egg-sized scrotums slapped against Cong Yun's plump buttocks and
labia with a loud "smack.

" "Ah...so fast...I want more..." Each moan was accompanied by a long exhale. Cong Yun
's face tightened with each thrust, as if in pain, yet also in pleasure. She could no longer contain
her excitement. It was amazing, so amazing! She wished her greedy little mouth could be forever subjected to the man's massive penis's
brutal assault.

"Squeeze your cock tight with your pussy." Lan Ling's breathing grew heavier, and the woman's wetness contracted in waves.
With each deep thrust, it felt as if a small mouth was trying to swallow the head of his cock. Streams of vaginal
fluid flowed down their legs and onto the ground as his penis was pulled out, soaking a large area.

Seeing Cong Yun's full breasts undulating like waves before him, Lan Ling buried his head in the woman's
chest, biting and nibbling. He grasped Cong Yun's breasts with both hands and squeezed them inward, creating a deep cleavage
. He kneaded

her breasts as if trying to squeeze them. He first kneaded her breasts in circles, then licked her erect nipples with his tongue,
sending the woman into an extreme state of pleasure. Her body couldn't resist the sharp pleasure, and her senses became
even more acute. Their lower bodies thrust upward repeatedly, using fierce force and speed to
thrust his penis into Cong Yun, trying to penetrate her abdomen.

"Faster...faster...oh...ah..." The man's hairy pubic hair pounded against her vagina,
the physical stimulation making her gasp for breath. Cong Yun arched her upper body backward, her toes pointed
, her body convulsing uncontrollably. At the same time, the vaginal opening gripping the man's penis contracted violently,
writhing as if trying to suck it deeper, a wave of intense pleasure causing her to moan incessantly.

Finally, amidst Cong Yun's moans, Lan Ling braced himself against the wall with one hand and held her waist with the other, desperately
pushing his penis into Cong Yun's vagina, leaving only his scrotum outside. He

then spread one of Cong Yun's legs to the side at an 80-degree angle, exposing her entire genitals, her labia
slightly dilated. Lan Ling thrust in and out forcefully, endlessly performing vigorous
piston-like movements.

Slowly withdrawing, his penis was covered in the woman's translucent fluid, glistening and menacing under the soaking liquid.
With a soft "pop," like pulling a bottle cap off, Lan Ling's penis withdrew from Cong Yun's body. Cong

Yun placed her hands on the wall, spread her legs, and arched her buttocks backward, her upper body slightly leaning forward. What a striking pose
, highlighting her firm breasts and plump, white buttocks.

With his erect penis still erect, Lan Ling calmly reached out and used his index and middle fingers
to pry open Cong Yun's labia, revealing the hidden area inside. He felt the two labia were more than twice their previous size,
gently undulating.

Lan Ling stretched out both hands and gently pinched her clitoris twice. Cong Yun trembled involuntarily
and groaned. Between her thick labia, a thin slit of flesh stretched out, and the bright red, translucent flesh inside
contracted and expanded, yearning for his large penis.

"Oh...it itches..." Having waited a long time without him inserting his large member, Cong Yun couldn't help but pull
the man's penis towards her vagina.

"Is this how you seduce men?" Lan Ling chuckled, a faint
smile She withdrew her finger and inserted the one still soaked in her vaginal fluid into her mouth, while her other hand gripped
the throbbing, iron-hard penis.

"You like it, don't you?" Her middle finger moved in and out of her mouth, Lan Ling holding the erect shaft in her hand. She lowered
her body , the glans slowly parting the soft, wet flesh, grinding against the entrance of her vagina.

"Mmm...uh...I like it...uh..." She thrust her hips forward, slowly pushing the glans in.

"How about I give it to you to eat?" The penis, still wet with her vaginal fluid, thrust slightly, only halfway in.

Cong Yun closed her eyes, feeling the man's penis, hard and thick, pressing against her round buttocks.

He lifted his hips, grasped the head of his massive penis, and forced it down towards her vaginal opening.

She felt his penis find her opening, finally entering.

She let out a long, pleasurable moan, accompanied by a soft,
squelching sound from her vagina, much louder than the sounds of other men and women thrusting around her. Although Lan Ling
's penis wasn't as large as Wu Cenxi's, if every man were that big, she wouldn't live long
.

Lan Ling's glans was much larger than average, and her pubic hair was thicker, giving her a very masculine appearance.
It was also longer than the other clients she'd encountered, the penis fully inserted. The vaginal fluid remaining in her vagina was naturally
squeezed out with each thrust, making Lan Ling's pubic hair wet, as she continued thrusting.

"Oh!...Oh...Brother Lan...you're so strong...go in...a little deeper...!" She arched her hips, allowing the penis
to penetrate even deeper.

Amidst the woman's encouraging moans, Lan Ling fought with increasing ferocity, penetrating her from behind like a dog.
His hot, hard penis pressed against her bare, white buttocks from behind before thrusting out again, each subsequent
wave of thrusts stronger than the last.

His fleshy root brutally penetrated Cong Yun's vagina; as he pierced her body, he couldn't forget...
As he withdrew, he roughly sawed across the woman's clitoris.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Cong Yun cried out in ecstasy, as if each thrust was draining her
clitoris, her face contorted in agony. Her buttocks moved back and forth in rhythm with the thrusts, like
a bitch .

The woman's entire body swayed back and forth in the waves of her breasts. Lan Ling reached under her armpits
, grabbed Cong Yun's breasts, and roughly rubbed and kneaded them, while he pounded into
her from behind.

"Ugh... Ah... Brother Lan... Brother Lan... You're so strong... so strong," Cong Yun gritted her teeth
, enduring the thrusts from behind. Her slightly long fingernails involuntarily scratched the metal marks on the wall, and she mumbled something
unintelligible , occasionally letting out soft moans.

Her entire body was thoroughly cleansed in the sea of sexual desire. Her swollen vagina became
the source of all her pleasure, the center of her consciousness, and the thick, hard penis thrusting back and forth inside.

With one hand pulling Yun's hair upwards, his eyes fixed on her ecstatic expression, Lan Ling's other hand supported her
buttocks, his massive penis pounding into her lower body like a windmill, like a complete conqueror.

The woman's delicate vulva, lubricated by her bodily fluids, made a "gurgling" sound, the sticky fluid splashing out in arcs with Lan Ling's
almost frenzied movements.

"Ah...ah...hmm..." Yun's hair was pulled back almost to its limit, her lips
parted in gasps, her voice trembling with her uncontrollable panting.

The woman's plump buttocks slapped against the powerful thrusts
of the penis, creating white sprays. The hand that had been kneading her buttocks moved to her waist, and Lan Ling forcefully pulled her back, thrusting his hips
upwards . His massive, fiery-hot penis plunged in, hitting the very core of her vagina, the scrotum slapping against her buttocks with a "slap, slap"
sound.

In the confined space, the sounds of flesh colliding were incessant, accompanied by the "thump, thump" sounds from the surrounding area
, further fueling the arousal.

Chapter Six: Good Things Interrupted

Inside the dark room, the sounds of lips entwined, lewd sucking, and splashing water filled the air; outside,
chaos reigned.

"Ah Jie, take a few men and search the dance floor. I'll go in and check." The speaker was Ah
Kai, one of Wu Cenxi's five wolves.

With his index and thumbs joined together, Ah-Jie gave him an "OK" sign, then said seriously, "Brother Xi
warned us this is Sha Tingyan's territory. Don't take out your knives carelessly, lest you alert her."

He then led a few brothers onto the dance floor, ordering everyone inside to stop and
forcibly checking them one by one.

A man carrying a flashlight silently entered the dark room, a strong
scent . Ah-Kai switched on the flashlight, using its faint beam to guide his search.

Looking through the first doorway, he saw only naked men and women. A
completely naked man stood on the floor, while a naked girl knelt, head bowed, sucking his genitals.
The girl's buttocks were raised high, allowing another man to insert a thick, hard penis into her from behind. The flashlight
beam shone directly on the girl's face; she was innocent and youthful—not the person Brother Xi was looking for.

Passing through the second doorway, three men and a woman were engaged in a commotion in a small, dark room.
Two men's penises were inserted into the girl's two vaginas, and she was
sucking But this wasn't...

At the sixth doorway, a tall, well-groomed man was pinning a naked woman
against the wall. Both were standing, and the woman's face and body were pressed against the wall, making her difficult to see clearly.

The man was thrusting his penis into the woman with great force and speed, seemingly trying to pierce her
body. His hips were slamming against the woman's buttocks, and his hands were kneading her breasts.
The sounds of their bodies colliding and their moans were much louder than the other couples.

Turning his flashlight, Akai was about to shine it on the woman pinned between the wall and the man when
the man thrusting inside her stopped, his eyes fixed on the unexpected intruder.

The dim light illuminated the man's face, highlighting his refined and handsome features with perfectly soft lines.
A-Kai, holding the flashlight, paused slightly, quickly apologizing, "Brother Lan, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, we interrupted your
good time."

"You think this is something that can be resolved with just an apology?" Lan Ling narrowed his eyes, a dangerous aura emanating from him
. He snorted angrily, "Is this how Wu Cenxi plans to cooperate with me?"

Hesitating for a moment, A-Kai switched off the flashlight, cupped his hands respectfully, and said, "This was something my brothers and I didn't
consider We didn't know you were here, Brother Lan, and we've interrupted your good time tonight."

"I, A-Kai, apologize on behalf of Brother Xi. We brothers will leave immediately," A-Kai
said , then bowed deeply and turned to leave without hesitation.

He called A-Jie back from the center of the dance floor, and without a word, A-Kai left Hanhuang first, getting into a white
van .

The door slid open, and A-Jie, who had been called back, led his group of brothers inside, slamming
the door shut .

"What's going on?" A-Jie flicked a cigarette out of the pack and handed it to A-Kai, who was sitting in the front.

"Damn it, Lan Ling's in there messing around with a woman." A-Kai rolled down the window, spat out, took the cigarette, and
said irritably.

He pulled out a cigarette himself, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag. Hearing his words, A-Jie choked on
his smoke, slammed his hand on the car door, and the car shook.

Then, he said angrily, "Damn it! Is Lan Ling trying to mess with us? If it weren't for his cooperation with
Brother Xi, I would have shot him dead already!"

Holding the unlit cigarette, A-Kai turned around and lazily complained to him, "Go ahead and shoot him. If Lan
Ling's head were that easy to point a gun at, how could he have gotten the title of a mafia prince? Do
n't spout that bullshit."

"Then what do we do? How are we going to explain this to Brother Xi?" He snorted, casually tossing the cigarette butt out the window,
and asked with a serious expression.

Turning back, A-Kai leaned back in his chair, propped his elbow on the window, and rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.
After a long pause, she said, "Never mind, just say you couldn't find it."

In the dark room, a thick, hard penis repeatedly swallowed whole into a tight, slippery vagina, sometimes
going in and out shallowly , sometimes thrusting wildly, sometimes nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, making a "slurping" sound.

Suddenly, a cry of "Ah!" rang out, and Cong Yun's hands tightened, her spine straightened, and
a gush of hot liquid gushed from her vagina, splashing onto the floor. Then, her body shuddered, and
she spurted out a large puddle, before opening her mouth and letting out a long breath, her body limp and collapsing.

After thrusting heavily into the woman a few times, Lan Ling arched her back one last time, pulled out, and
stroked her penis with her right hand, the glans extending forward, ejaculating onto Cong Yun's white buttocks.

A woman's plump buttocks revealed a vulva, her large labia parted, constantly leaking
vaginal fluid mixed with the man's semen, gushing down.

Lan Ling straightened his sharp silver suit slightly, glanced at the panting Cong Yun, said nothing, and
turned to leave.

"Brother Lan, those two wolves under Wu Cenxi are gone." A
man with short hair greeted Lan Ling as he emerged from the dark room.

"Hmm," Lan Ling responded heavily, glancing at his subordinate beside him, and said indifferently, "Give some money to
the woman inside."

**

After receiving the tip, Cong Yun quickly counted the banknotes; exactly 3000 yuan.**

Holding the heavy stack of banknotes in his hand, Cong Yun felt a surge of satisfaction. Lan Ling was far more
generous . If every customer he encountered was as generous as Lan Ling, without any sexual violence, he
would wake up smiling even in his dreams.

Changing into casual clothes, Cong Yun pulled out 500 yuan from a stack of bills as a referral fee and handed it to Ni Zijing. She
then hailed a taxi and strode briskly towards an ordinary residential area.

This was a chaotic and filthy neighborhood, lacking any decent roads. The property management was a mess, and
the filthy roads and dilapidated houses stretched endlessly.

Open-air bathhouses, run-down hair salons, and rented rooms for migrant workers were everywhere.

Following the address on the paper, Cong Yun walked several hundred meters down a quiet alley to a damp
three-story . She then climbed a dirty, dark staircase and stopped in front of a simple room.

After hesitating for a moment, Cong Yun knocked twice on the door with her knuckles. The door felt heavy, but there was no response
. She knocked a few more times.

A moment later, the door opened with a "snap!" revealing a handsome, slightly
pale male face. His hair was a bit messy, and he wore only a tank top and shorts. His physique was perfectly
proportioned, exuding strength and beauty.

Upon seeing Cong Yun, Liang Yinming's slightly dazed expression eased. He rubbed his sleepy, tired eyes,
looking somewhat dejected, and lazily said, "You're here."

Turning away, Liang Yinming straightened his disheveled bangs, casually tossed Cong Yun a bottle of mineral water, and then
went into the bathroom, splashing water on his face and washing it a couple of times.

While he was washing his face, Cong Yun carefully examined his room. It was small, and the furniture
was rather monotonous: a small single bed, a desk, and a laptop.
There wasn't even a basic living room or kitchen.

The desk was piled high with men's clothes, beverage bottles were scattered on the floor, and
disposable fast food containers were tossed in the corner. His bed was a mess of bedding, making it a truly masculine little nest. When

Liang Yinming came out after washing his face, his handsome face immediately caught Cong Yun's eye. It was an
extremely handsome face, with slightly furrowed brows and a pair of captivating cat-like eyes. His eyes were long and narrow, with slightly upturned corners,
making them even more alluring.

However, what intrigued her more was how he dressed himself up like a flamboyant rich young master.
Just based on those men's clothes on his desk that looked like they hadn't been washed for days?

"Sit." Ignoring her observation, Liang Yinming casually sat on the desk piled high with clothes,
crossed one long leg over the edge, and glanced sideways at the restrained Cong Yun.

Sit? Cong Yun turned her head, looked around, and, finding no chair
, realized that his "sit" meant for her to sit on the bed.

Helpless, Cong Yun could only sit awkwardly on the bed where Liang Yinming had just slept, and finally stated
the purpose : "May I have that disc?"

There was no reply. Liang Yinming looked at Cong Yun thoughtfully, as if pondering something. After a long
silence , he walked to Cong Yun and pulled a check from the bedside table.

He held the thin paper between two fingers, flashing it in front of Cong Yun's eyes, a chillingly wicked smile playing on his lips. He slowly parted his thin lips,
his pale red tongue tracing a line at the corner of his mouth: "This is yours."

"And..." Cong Yun wanted to ask if she could have the disc now, but the words were
abruptly cut off by Liang Yinming's next words.

Liang Yinming's smile vanished, and he stared intently at Cong Yun, his expression devoid of any hint of jest. His
clear deep murmur: "This check was indeed given to you by Sun Mingzhuo."

She didn't believe it. She didn't believe he would really try to get rid of her so quickly with money.

She placed the check flat on her lap, her gaze fixed on it. Cong Yun suddenly felt that
it wasn't worth the million dollars the boy had thrown at her; her worth wasn't that high.

"That disc..." After a while, Cong Yun muttered to herself. Even so, she didn't want
the boy to see the disc.

"One disc for one round of sex?" Liang Yinming scoffed, a nonchalant
smile . "You're overestimating yourself."

Cong Yun looked up, meeting Liang Yinming's smiling eyes, somewhat puzzled.

"Do it a few more times." Changing positions, Liang Yinming sat directly on the desk, saying, "Until Lan Ling
is willing to take off her clothes and get into bed..."

"Take off her clothes? Is it that simple?" Cong Yun couldn't help but interject.

"Simple?" Liang Yinming raised an eyebrow with a hint of interest, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "
You'll see how simple it is later."

"What if he doesn't contact me again?" Cong Yun asked, her voice tinged with concern, staring blankly at
the check in her hand.

"He will contact you, within a month," he said with certainty.

Hearing Liang Yinming's answer, Cong Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and readily agreed to his request
before leaving his dirty and simple little house.

Chapter Seven: The Fat Woman

11:30 a.m.

Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling, with a series of urgent and piercing alarm clock rings, the intermittent
sound of constantly disturbed the man who had only fallen asleep close to dawn.

Opening his sleepy eyes, Liang Yinming wearily reached out from under the covers, pressed the button, then nimbly
jumped out of bed, shook his sore neck, stretched, and walked to the window to pull back the old, yellowed curtains.

A slightly pale light shone through the open curtains into the damp little room, and the visible dust particles
slowly evaporated in the sunlight. Standing still at the window for a while, Liang Yinming lazily went to
the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Emerging from the bathroom, Liang Yinming bent down slightly, scooped up the clothes he'd left on the floor the night before, tossed them onto
the washbasin, grabbed some laundry detergent, and walked to the communal restroom in the hallway.

Standing by the sink was a young working woman named Qinglian, who
had recently married her husband, a construction worker. They rented a room next to Liang Yinming's.

Seeing Liang Yinming with his washbasin, Qinglian smiled warmly at him, placed her vegetable-washing basin
aside , and gave him the tap.

"Little Liang, washing clothes again?" Qinglian greeted him enthusiastically, brushing away the rotten vegetable leaves
as . It was rare to

see this neighbor before; she was usually either out early and back late or locked in her room . Liang Yinming gave a curt "Mmm," poured a large amount of laundry detergent onto the clothes, and began scrubbing vigorously with a brush . Seeing him scrubbing so diligently, Qinglian couldn't help but kindly remind him, "You can't scrub clothes like that, it'll tear them." Ignoring her, Liang Yinming buried his head in his work, continuing to scrub his dirty, slightly moldy jeans without a word. Seeing his aloof attitude, Qinglian wisely kept quiet, temporarily abandoning her idea of building a good . After washing the clothes and hanging them on the balcony to dry, it was almost one o'clock. He ordered a plate of fried rice noodles at a small restaurant downstairs from his rented apartment, quickly finished it, and hurriedly hailed a taxi to the hospital. ** First People's Hospital, Ward 606. "You guys, carry him out." The speaker was He Haoyi, the hospital's most renowned director. The nurses standing behind the director hesitated, taking a step forward and then retreating timidly, because the person on the bed was the director's nephew. Crouching in the corner of the bed, one hand clutching a rickety quilt like a drowning man grasping at a straw, the other holding an IV needle, Sun Mingzhuo declared resolutely, "I'm not leaving!" His demeanor was one of righteous indignation and heroic spirit, as the Chinese saying goes, " Inviting a Buddha is easy, but sending him away is difficult!" Getting rid of this formidable figure like Sun Mingzhuo would require an immense effort. Frustrated and seething, He Haoyi stepped forward and said sternly, "Do you think this is a place for children to play house? Do you know how strong the smell of alcohol and disinfectant is in the hospital?" Calming his expression, He Haoyi sat on the bed and earnestly coaxed his nephew, "Listen to your uncle , once you're healed, go out as soon as possible. There are plenty of fun things to do outside." He then reached out to snatch the IV needle from Sun Mingzhuo's hand. Having already guessed his intentions, Sun Mingzhuo quickly hid the IV needle behind his back and stubbornly said, "I'm not leaving!" He Haoyi let out a breath of pent-up anger, his face darkening. This child, spoiled rotten by his sister! What kind of future could he possibly have with this kind of personality? Just as He Haoyi was about to continue comforting him, someone walked in through the door. Turning around, he saw it was the young man who had recently become very close to Sun Mingzhuo. "Uncle He, how about I try to persuade Sun Mingzhuo?" Liang Yinming said politely . As long as he could help him get Mingzhuo out of this chaotic hospital, he certainly wouldn't object. Straightening up, He Haoyi gave Liang Yinming a meaningful look and said kindly, "I hope you can take good care of our family's only son." Sensing the hidden meaning in his words, Liang Yinming smiled noncommittally in response. Seeing He Haoyi leave, Sun Mingzhuo quickly threw away the IV needle and eagerly approached Liang Yinming, looking like a well-behaved little rabbit: "Good brother, you're finally here! Did the fat woman say anything to you?" She only calls him "brother" when something good happens? Liang Yinming chuckled inwardly, then shook his head helplessly, saying, "She didn't say anything." "How could that be?" Sun Mingzhuo's eyes widened, his true colors immediately revealed, and he was about to jump off the hospital bed to yell at Liang Yinming. Thinking that his lifelong happiness was still in this cunning fox's hands, Sun Mingzhuo blinked , saying dejectedly, "Didn't you say the fat woman disliked me for not giving her money?" Didn't he give her all his money? Although he was initially a little hurt when he heard Liang Yinming say that, which is why he chased the fat woman away, he was only hurt for a short while. Hadn't he already made amends and immediately " repented"? "Why didn't you leave the hospital?" Ignoring his preoccupied face, Liang Yinming sat on the edge of the bed , seemingly oblivious to the world around him. Sun Mingzhuo threw himself heavily onto the bed, crossed his arms behind his head, crossed his legs, and tilted his head to look at Liang Yinming, replying without hesitation, "I'm afraid the fat woman won't be able to find me when she comes back." It was a very devoted face. If one didn't look into his pure, glass-like eyes, Liang Yinming would turn to look at him silently, suddenly remembering a saying: "Men shouldn't laugh at devoted men; there have always been devoted men. " "I'm curious, how could you like that kind of woman?" After a moment of deep thought, Liang Yinming crossed his arms , rested his handsome chin on his hand, and looked at Sun Mingzhuo with leisurely interest. "Why can't I like fat women?" Sun Mingzhuo was the one puzzled. Liking is needing, and needing is liking. He needed fat women, and fat women needed him too—that's it. Liang Yinming tilted his head, realizing he hadn't understood, and explained in another way: "I..."

"That's not what I meant. What I meant was, maybe you don't understand that woman."

"You mean you understand her better than I do?" Sun Mingzhuo sat up abruptly, shoving Liang
Yinming unhappily, and shouted somewhat weakly, "I understand her better than you."

He knew this cunning fox was smarter than him; otherwise, how could he have known
what the fat woman was thinking so soon after meeting her, something he himself couldn't figure out even after racking his brains?

After a long pause, Sun Mingzhuo said somewhat guiltily, "Okay,
even why is it me who likes her and not you?"

"You mean fate?" Liang Yinming looked at him with amusement. He didn't like her because he
wasn't interested in that woman; what did that have to do with fate?

"Fate? What bullshit! I don't care." Sun Mingzhuo scoffed.

"I only believe in money now." Bending over and leaning against the white wall, Sun Mingzhuo gently hugged
his knees, resting his head on them. His empty, blank eyes seemed to be confiding in Liang Yinming,
or perhaps talking to himself, as he murmured bitterly, "Fat woman, I have money, come back."

He had liked the fat woman from the first time he saw her, even though she was fatter than him and not pretty, he
knew she was lonely.

Thinking it over, he was still worried that the fat woman would be snatched away by this cunning fox. He had to eliminate all
potential rivals, crushing them all!

"Also, only I can be by her side. You're not allowed to interfere!" Sun Mingzhuo added with a hint of unease
, delivering a final ultimatum with a fierce warning: "You cunning fox, you're always late!"

Those few impassioned words alone were enough to make Liang Yinming's face sting with spittle.

Chapter Eight: Killing Her Father and Seizing the Business.

She spent the entire day in the hotel, but couldn't sleep a wink, no matter how she tried.

A sudden feeling of utter boredom washed over her, as if she'd just woken from a hazy dream. This feeling enveloped
her like a net, making Cong Yun feel sullen.

Since leaving the hospital, she had been hiding in the hotel for almost a month, never leaving during the day, eating
and sleeping in the hotel room, and sneaking between the hotel and nightclubs at night, all to escape Wu Cenxi's "pursuit."

She didn't understand why Wu Cenxi had sent his men to capture her. Was it because of what happened at the hospital and in the private room?

This life of displacement was unstable, without any space or freedom. Cong Yun gritted
her teeth, hastily packed her luggage, checked out of the hotel, and decided to return to her rented apartment.

She took a taxi home with practiced ease, cautiously observing her surroundings. Thankfully, there was no
disturbance.

Carrying her luggage upstairs, Cong Yun tiptoed cautiously towards the door. She pulled out a key,
expertly inserted it into the lock, and gently turned it.

Everything seemed normal. Cong Yun couldn't help but chuckle to herself; returning to her own home like a thief—it seemed she'd
done too many bad things to become so neurotic. Relieved

, Cong Yun opened the door, but before she could even change into slippers, she froze, completely immobilized. Sitting on the sofa was a completely unfamiliar man, probably between twenty-five and thirty years old. He wore a light-colored casual outfit, his brownish-yellow hair stood on end, his ears were adorned with ornaments, he was tall , long, narrow eyes, and piercing gaze. He looked like both a lazy thug and a shrewd young tycoon—a combination that created an inexplicable sense of unease. Sensing something was wrong, Cong Yun slightly lifted her heels, instinctively grabbing her luggage to run away. Suddenly, a strong force grabbed her by the back of her collar, and then an indignant voice rang out, "For you, you incomprehensible stinking woman, how many days have I been exiled here?" The speaker was none other than A Fei, the last wolf in Wu Cenxi's rarely seen force. A Fei immediately silenced Cong Yun's mouth before she could cry for help, giving her no chance to speak! Then, cursing and swearing, he hoisted Cong Yun onto his shoulder like merchandise and roughly threw her into a yellow van under the terrified and cowardly noses of the security guards. ** Inside a luxurious, oversized villa, in a small living room on the second floor, three people sat. The man in the main seat had his legs crossed on the coffee table, his tall body leaning lazily against the large armchair, his thick, black hair completely spread out and draped over the back of the sofa. He was a towering figure, over eight feet tall, with bulging muscles that exuded explosive power without appearing jarring. He sat casually on the sofa, like an insurmountable mountain, his domineering gaze suggesting he held the world in his hands. Sitting opposite him was Pan Hao, a man nearing middle age; the two had always been close. "I heard you're going to collaborate with Lan Ling?" With one hand on his female companion's shoulder, gently pulling her into his arms, Pan Hao used his other hand to pour Wu Cenxi a cup of tea. Wu Cenxi glanced sideways, seemingly casually, at Sha Tingyan in Pan Hao's arms. Sha Tingyan was staring directly at him with her beautiful eyes—it was indeed this woman who had leaked the information. Taking a sip of tea, Wu Cenxi replied calmly, "Yes." Pan Hao nodded, asking with a hint of reproach, "What are you planning to do about the old man?" His eyes narrowed, Wu Cenxi tightened his grip on the cup, radiating a chilling aura and a domineering presence. His gaze was stern: "In this world, everyone accepts their fate. Who can truly control their destiny?" Wu Cenxi pursed his beautiful, thin lips, staring at the empty wine glass on the table. His eyes flickered slightly, and his voice was extremely cold: "Damn it, he's going to die sooner or later, isn't he?" A chilling aura filled the air, his sharp, deep eyes radiating indifference. That touch of domineering arrogance sent a shiver down one's spine. Pan Hao nodded slightly, remaining silent. Having followed Wu Cenxi for so long, he had witnessed firsthand how he had risen step by step. A person who does great things cannot achieve greatness without a touch of domineering spirit. But when it comes to "killing one's father and seizing the family business," domineering is no longer domineering, but cold-blooded! Looking out the window, the sun is about to set, and the sky is beginning to be covered with streaks of fiery red sunset clouds, like a veil being gently blown by the wind.

The three sat quietly in the reception room, sipping fragrant and flavorful Tieguanyin tea under the glow of the setting sun.
No one spoke. Below the luxurious villa was an open-air parking lot.

"Screech—" Just then,
a followed by heavy footsteps approaching from downstairs
.

The tranquil atmosphere was disturbed, causing Wu Cenxi's brow to furrow slightly, a flash of displeasure crossing his eyes
. No one would be in a good mood while enjoying peace and quiet.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang," a series of heavy footsteps rang out, growing clearer and clearer. Then, a
tall, burly thug rushed up to the second-floor reception room, excitedly
shouting towards Wu Cenxi inside, "Brother Xi!"

Before he could even open the door, the seemingly shady thug was stopped by another tall man,
who scolded , "What are you yelling about? What's with all this chatter?"

"Get out of here, I have something to report to Brother Xi." With a slap, A-Fei stepped
forward and opened the door.

"We can talk later, can't you see there's a guest in the room?"
A-Kai .

The moment the door opened, he was met with a pair of cold, sharp eyes, the narrowed eagle-like pupils shooting a dangerous
glint directly at him.

"What is it? Speak!"

A cold, icy voice brushed past his ear, sending a chill down A-Fei's spine. That cheapskate, why didn't he
say it sooner or later, right when he opened the door!

A-Fei hesitated, considering his own courage, before slowly uttering,
"Brother Xi, you want me to…"

"Brother Xi—"

Halfway through his sentence, a high-pitched, excited female voice rang out from the back of his head. A-Fei turned around, staring wide-eyed at
the woman who should have been obediently waiting in the car for him to drag her out, who had actually dared to run out
and throw ?

Upon seeing Cong Yun run upstairs, Wu Cenxi's previously indifferent expression instantly turned ashen. He approached her coldly,
radiating a wild, beast-like aura: "Ye Cong Yun?"

Seemingly oblivious to his anger, the woman rushed towards him as if she had found a treasure, hugging him
tightly with an overjoyed tone: "Brother Xi."

Wu Cenxi shuddered, his face tense, his eyes fixed on her head, saying nothing.

Normally, he would have thrown all those women who dared to touch him out to the dogs! But
now, that thought only flashed through his mind. He only wanted to know what this woman was up to.

Even buried in Wu Cenxi's arms, Cong Yun could still feel a burning gaze fixed on
her, as if it were about to ignite.

Sensing his stiffness and anger, Cong Yun shivered with lingering fear, suppressing
the urge to flee. She looked up at him excitedly and said, "Brother Xi, I've finally found you!"

This was the first time this woman had called him by his name. Looking into her eyes, Wu Cenxi saw
only clarity, without a trace of panic.

"What do you want?" After a long pause, Wu Cenxi spoke calmly, his face expressionless.

"I missed you." Cong Yun wanted to say "I love you," but ultimately found it awkward and
swallowed the words.

His cold face remained expressionless. Wu Cenxi stared at her coldly, his eyes flashing with contempt and malice,
squeezing out : "That's it?"

Chapter Nine: A Hot Potato

Startled by his icy expression, Cong Yun's face instantly turned ashen.

After a long silence, Cong Yun looked at Wu Cenxi, her mind completely blank.
What was she supposed to do with a man who wouldn't listen to reason?

Her gaze suddenly drifted to the couple standing a few meters behind Wu Cenxi, standing
idly by .

One was tall and sexy, with a captivating beauty; the other was burly and rugged.
Standing side-by-side, they looked extremely incongruous.

Taking several deep breaths, remembering Liang Yinming's instructions, Cong Yun's thoughts gradually cleared, and
a faint joy began to well up within her.

Wiping away a bead of sweat, Cong Yun gripped her clothes tightly, then pointed to Sha Tingyan
beside , saying, "Actually, I was originally planning to buy some snacks for you and Miss Chen downstairs at the hospital that day, but I didn't
expect to run into this lady on the way."

She looked directly at him, her eyes filled with a calm and resolute determination.

Looking into her eyes, a hint of doubt flashed through Wu Cenxi's mind
. He looked at Sha Tingyan in the room with a rather strange gaze. This woman had easily tossed a hot potato to her! Sha Tingyan frowned unhappily.
Was this also part of Liang Yinming's plan?

"That's right, I brought her into Hanhuang." Her expression remained the same, cold and indifferent, as if nothing in
this world concerned her. Sha Tingyan gave a cold laugh and said in a nonchalant tone,
"If I remember correctly, Lan Ling seems to have a 'special fondness' for the women you've been with?"

She deliberately emphasized the last four words, then flicked her bangs back and smiled.
A few strands of bangs fell down, exuding the elegant demeanor of a mature woman, an indescribable charm.

Cong Yun felt a jolt in her heart, clearly sensing the man before her stiffen. Then, a surge of anger
swept over him again. Just from his heavy breathing, the barely concealed rage was palpable. His
eyes shone brightly, radiating a ruthless and merciless aura that burned so intensely that those around him couldn't open their eyes.

In less than two seconds, Wu Cenxi, his face frosty, strode quickly towards Sha Tingyan. He
didn't run, but he was like a chilling wind, his sinister and domineering appearance terrifying to anyone who saw him!

With a "whoosh," Wu Cenxi slapped Sha Tingyan hard across the face. The slap was so forceful that she
stumbled towards the coffee table, clattering teacups and hot water all over it.

Not only Cong Yun, but even Pan Hao beside Sha Tingyan didn't have time to react.

Wiping away the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, she licked it, and a cold smile, tinged with
indescribable .

Suddenly, Sha Tingyan pushed off the ground with one hand, leaped into the air, and swept her smooth, slender arm like an
iron rod attacking Wu Cenxi.

Wu Cenxi dodged Sha Tingyan's sneak attack by sidestepping, then steadied himself, sprang into the air, and pounced on Sha Tingyan like an arrow released from
a bow , the sharp wind whipping around him!

"Such speed!" Afei, who was watching the show from outside the door, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. This was awesome
!

With a light touch of the ground, Wu Cenxi suddenly launched a series of swift, spinning kicks at
Sha Tingyan. Sha Tingyan leaped backward, performing a beautiful double backflip in mid-air, retreating several steps.

But in the instant she was airborne, her feet were restrained by a pair of large hands. She felt an immense
binding , and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from those strong, powerful hands!

Suddenly, she was thrown out by a powerful force. The immense force and momentum left Sha Tingyan
feeling dizzy. The wind whistled past her ears, and before she could even think, she slammed heavily
against the wall.

Immediately afterward, a dark shadow swept across her like a cheetah, its eyes flashing with ferocity. A massive
fist hurtled towards her like a missile.

With a loud bang, the woman's supple, boneless body slid down the wall, leaving
a deep palm print.

The entire process took less than a minute, giving no room for anyone else to intervene.

"Remember! This is only because you're Pan Hao's woman!"

Wu Cenxi's slender fingers tightened sharply. His eyes narrowed, and he turned to Pan Hao, who was about to attack, before walking to the open-air balcony outside
the reception area .

Understanding his intentions, Pan Hao, who had been leaning towards Sha Tingyan, turned and followed behind Wu Cenxi.

"Watch out for that woman." Pan Hao had just closed the door when Wu Cenxi spoke coldly.

Pan Hao frowned slightly, puzzled, and silently stared at the cold, hard back of Wu Cenxi, waiting for him to continue
.

Turning around, Wu Cenxi's deep gaze fixed on Pan Hao. After a few seconds of silence, he said,
"Find a detective and investigate Sha Tingyan's background again."

**

Once the two were out of sight, Cong Yun rushed over to help the somewhat disheveled Sha Tingyan up, supporting her to the bathroom to check
her wounds.

** "Why?" She thought Sha Tingyan would make up some excuse, but she hadn't expected her to
take the blame herself and block her escape route.

Brushing the dust off her back, Cong Yun couldn't help but ask the question that had been on her mind: "Is he worth this?"

"What did he say to you?" Without answering her question, Sha Tingyan leaned on the sink, her
voice weak.

Worth it? For Sha Tingyan, this world wasn't about worthiness, but about willingness.

"He said, 'If something happens, you know how to handle it.'"

So, he actually thought so highly of her…

A trickle of blood suddenly escaped from the corner of her mouth. Sha Tingyan slowly raised her hand, not to wipe away the blood,
but to slowly trace every line of her face with her fingers, her eyes blankly scrutinizing
her reflection in the mirror.

Sha Tingyan slightly averted her gaze, staring intently at Cong Yun in the mirror, her eyes unblinking. A faint smile, even with
the blood into a smile, like a brilliant yet tragically beautiful flower blooming, a faint bitterness lingering on her lips: "Is this face pretty?"

Double eyelids, a high nose bridge, and an oval face—a face that could be described as perfect, the kind of face
every woman dreams of.

"It's beautiful," Cong Yun blurted out. "

Is it?" Wiping away the blood, Sha Tingyan laughed from the bottom of her heart, but the smile on her face became even more
mysterious and alluring. Her voice trembled as she said, "What if it's fake?"

"Fake?"

"!!!..."

Accompanying Cong Yun's astonished words was a series of heavy and urgent knocks on the door, as if testing
the owner's patience.

The sound carried into the bathroom like thunder and rain, each knock striking Cong Yun's tightly clenched heartstrings, startling her
so much that her whole body convulsed. Even without feeling, she could guess that the person knocking on the door outside must be Wu Cenxi
.

Not daring to linger, Cong Yun quickly helped Sha Tingyan and rushed over, hurriedly opening the door and
pretending to be nonchalant.

But as soon as the door opened, Wu Cenxi kicked it hard, sending
the defenseless Cong Yun and the weak Sha Tingyan flying back inside.

With a swift movement, Wu Cenxi flung Sha Tingyan, who had regained her balance, out of the room and slammed the door shut.

Chapter Ten: Bathroom? A Chamber of Desire! [h] Cong Yun, on the other hand, was kicked by Wu Cenxi and
landed headfirst in the overflowing bathtub behind her with a "plop," her hair disheveled.

Stunned, Cong Yun silently watched Wu Cenxi pace back and forth in the bathroom, like a
wild beast , his expression utterly devoid of warmth.

Brushing aside a strand of long hair covering her eyes, the icy water sent a shiver down her spine, goosebumps
rising Hesitantly, Cong Yun carefully climbed out of the bathtub. Rather than face
this emotionless face, she would have preferred to see Wu Cenxi as cold as ever; at least
then she could see his emotions.

Suddenly, a strong force pushed her from behind, causing Cong Yun to slip and fall into the water. Instinctively, she
grabbed the edge of the bathtub, tilting her head back to breathe, "Cough, cough..."

"You filthy whore!" Wu Cenxi stepped forward, squatted down, and grabbed Cong Yun's trembling chin
, his eyes coldly pressing down on her as he forcefully tore at her clothes.

Cong Yun couldn't even protect herself, watching helplessly as her clothes were stripped away piece by piece. The man's hands, like the claws of a demon,
tore through the air, and he grabbed a bar of soap, scrubbing her body with such force that it felt as if he wanted to crush the woman beneath him
.

"No need to scrub, I can... I can manage myself..." Her bare skin ached from his scrubbing, and
Cong Yun pleaded, pressing down on Wu Cenxi's hand holding the soap.

"A body as filthy as yours wouldn't be enough even after a thousand washes!"

Ignoring Cong Yun's pleas, Wu Cenxi turned on the showerhead, and jets of
white , hitting Cong Yun's face and body. The liquid in her mouth choked her words.

"Ah—" The moment the icy water washed over her, Cong Yun involuntarily curled up and
retreated.

"Pfft...pfft..." Spitting out a few mouthfuls of water, hoping to please him and end this strange showering
method sooner, Cong Yun simply stopped struggling and actively twisted her body, letting the water jet wash over the rest of her body.

In the enclosed space of the bathroom, the running water sounded particularly loud, the rushing water washing over the woman's sensitive
body . The force of the water jet brought waves of tingling sensations, stimulating every cell in her body. Cong Yun
involuntarily tilted her head back towards the water, closing her eyes and letting the surging water wash over her naked body.

Full breasts and plump buttocks, the woman's long, beautiful hair was disheveled and stuck together with the flow of water. Countless
tiny water droplets swam over her body, and a few even slowly crawled along her white breasts. Wu Cenxi's eyes
darkened, and he unconsciously swallowed his dry throat.

Unbeknownst to her, Wu Cenxi slightly moved the water pipe, focusing its attack on her alluring breasts. As if being
fondled by hands, Cong Yun was momentarily disoriented by the sudden stimulation. Her head was tilted back, her breasts gradually swelling and hardening.
She held onto her two round mounds of flesh, welcoming wave after wave of impact. Her delicate nipples
, instead of being indented, became increasingly prominent, like two grapes hanging on her chest. She could no longer utter a sound, only heavy breathing remained. The woman's fingers caressed her soft, round breasts, the incredibly elastic mounds, the tips sinking and bulging, constantly changing shape. The indented nipples swelled with blood from the impact of the water. Hearing Cong Yun's heavy breathing, the manhood hidden deep inside her pants twitched from her stimulation. The penis hanging suddenly sprang up, hard and hot, trembling and throbbing inside her pants, seemingly about to burst forth . A subtle throbbing came from her lower abdomen. Wu Cenxi's eyes turned cold as she realized what she was doing. Squatting down, Wu Cenxi used one hand to spread Cong Yun's legs, revealing her most intimate parts. He aimed the water jet at her genitals, pressing two fingers against the center of the nozzle, causing the water to flow more rapidly and forcefully. The thick pubic hair was torn apart by the rushing water, and dozens of jets of water shot towards her most sensitive labia like arrows. The water jets struck the tightly closed folds of her flesh, making Cong Yun's moans even louder. Glistening droplets of water dripped from the alluring crevice of her flesh, shooting straight into her labia like water jets Her sensitive lower body was intensely stimulated by the rapidly moving water, causing large amounts of vaginal fluid to overflow. It felt as if countless tiny insects were crawling and biting inside her vagina. Her labia began to tremble and open, and even the folds of flesh inside her vaginal opening began to contract and squeeze, drawing in the onrushing water jets. "Speak! Did Lan Ling touch you here?" Without looking at her private parts, Wu Cenxi's sharp eyes stared straight at her. As if suddenly remembering something, his eyes became even more vicious: "You slut, how many clients have you taken this month?" Wu Cenxi's cold, sharp eyes swept downwards. The woman's curly pubic hair was covered with fluid, sparsely sticking to the area around her vulva. The two small labia, which were originally tightly closed, were mixed together under the impact of the water flow. The gushing lustful fluid mixed with water seeped out from the stream, making the entire vulva look crystal clear and exuding a charming luster . His expression remained cold and indifferent. Without warning, Wu Cenxi inserted a finger into Cong Yun's flesh, holding it still . Then, without any emotion, he questioned, "Did you hear me? Did Lan Ling penetrate this place?!" The sudden insertion of a cold finger into her lower body sent a shiver down Cong Yun's spine. Remembering Wu Cenxi's ruthlessness , she struggled violently, almost to the point of desperation. She knew Wu Cenxi wasn't so easily fooled. If he had someone investigate thoroughly, he would know whether she had slept with Lan Ling. Since she couldn't use lies to cover it up, she might as well fight back. The splashing water from her kicks angered Wu Cenxi. His eyes turned cold, and he impatiently grabbed her hair and forcefully shoved her head into the water. "Looking for death, huh? I'll grant your wish now!" "Glug...glug..." Choking on several mouthfuls of water, Cong Yun thrashed wildly, trying to break free Wu Cenxi's grip on her neck. Wu Cenxi yanked her scalp again, pulling her back into the water. A sinister male voice pierced her dazed mind: "Dare you?" Her nostrils flared as she gasped for breath. Cong Yun bit her lower lip, stubbornly refusing to utter a sound. She hadn't offended him; why should she deserve to be treated like this? His dark, brooding pupils flashed with a predatory red light. His lips tightened, his fingers clenched, and Wu Cenxi grabbed Cong Yun's neck, forcibly pushing her head back into the water. "Ugh... glug... glug..." Cong Yun struggled desperately, trying to breathe, but all she inhaled was water. The more water she swallowed, the harder she struggled in the water, trying to lift her head. She felt like she was about to suffocate. She didn't want to die, she couldn't die. She hadn't brought the money she'd earned home, hadn't personally handed her parents, and begged for their forgiveness. She couldn't die, she couldn't die… Wu Cenxi remained silent, coldly watching her struggle, the water splashing violently in waves. "…" Her face grew even paler, her breathing increasingly difficult. Cong Yun stopped struggling, a string of bubbles rising to the surface, then stillness. Just as Cong Yun was about to suffocate, Wu Cenxi pulled her back, leaning down to her, breathing into her mouth, his tongue plunging into her panting lips, kissing her urgently and passionately. "Mmm—" The last syllable faded between their touching lips. Cong Yun's mind went blank, like a traveler , her arms wrapped around Wu Cenxi's broad shoulders, sucking, thirsting for the oxygen in his lungs, responding passionately with her tongue. Wu Cenxi's kisses were always deep, extending from the top of her mouth to her throat with a powerful, domineering force. They moved laterally, gliding along her gums, and delving into the base of her tongue. The feeling of their lips and tongues intertwining was like drowning, making it hard to breathe yet unwilling to leave. The two kissed almost frantically, their four lips pressed tightly together, an inseparable . Their tongues danced in a close embrace, shifting angles to explore deeper. Their tongues slid like snakes around her lips, in and out, leaving trails of saliva that spilled from the corners of their lips, sliding down their chins, appearing even more erotic under the bright lights.

Those two long tongues, like fish tails, intertwined and tumbled in the air... then, they were
suddenly swallowed and greedily sucked into the other's mouth. The "smacking" sound of their tongues intertwining echoed in the bathroom, drowning out
the sound of water hitting the floor.

Wu Cenxi grabbed Cong Yun and lifted her up, pressing her down onto the sink. He brushed aside her wet hair and,
like a lustful wolf, cupped her face and kissed her heavily, his teeth biting her repeatedly. Cong Yun
closed her eyes and gasped for breath, forced to endure the pain from the man's teeth.

He forcefully thrust his tongue straight into Yun's mouth and sucked on it, his hot tongue intertwining with hers.
With one hand, Wu Cenxi unbuckled his belt, spreading Yun's thighs wide, almost forming a
straight line . Her vulva opened, revealing two unusually large labia,
like butterfly wings spread wide. Thick pubic hair clung wetly to the tempting petals, and the bright red
opening slowly emerged, vaguely revealing the erotic buds inside.

The small labia, like two large fan-shaped leaves, hung down a full three centimeters
long. The dark red tips of the leaves were unusually thick and covered with small wrinkles, appearing extremely erotic.
Those two butterfly-shaped wings shamelessly spread wide, the bright red flesh inside barely visible.

Suddenly, Wu Cenxi's body sank, and he thrust into the opening with a "whoosh," his half-
erect penis plunging into Cong Yun's wide-open vagina, all the way in. There was no foreplay, it was all so sudden
…

"Ah—" Cong Yun cried out in pain, not expecting him to penetrate without a sound. Although
she had leaked some vaginal fluid, and even though Wu Cenxi's penis wasn't fully erect, the rough insertion still caused her
to scream in pain.

"Hey, Kai, did you hear that?" Afei, standing guard outside the door, twitched his ears,
keenly hearing a woman's scream. Curious, he pressed his ear to the crack in the door, wanting to hear what it was.

After seeing Pan Hao and Sha Tingyan off, Akai leisurely went upstairs. Hearing Afei's question, he couldn't help but lean
forward to eavesdrop. Could it be that Brother Xi, in a fit of anger, had strangled that ugly woman to death? Without giving

her

a moment to catch her breath, Wu Cenxi's penis, the moment it entered the woman's soft flesh,
began to thrust wildly, the glans plunging deep inside like raindrops, causing Cong Yun to fall backward,
her naked upper body pressed against the cold mirror.

"Ahhh—" With each heavy, powerful thrust, Wu Cenxi elicited a scream from Cong Yun .
She could even clearly feel the male penis buried inside her growing larger and harder with each
scream becoming increasingly swollen and thicker, even hotter...

"Ahhh...no...no...it's too big..." Cong Yun tried to push him away, Wu Cenxi's enormous
penis seemed to tug at every nerve in her body. Every thrust brought a crushing, tearing pain,
with absolutely no pleasure.

Wu Cenxi's penis was always much larger than average, something she'd known for a long time. So, before he
entered her, she always made sure to do thorough foreplay, or use lubricant. But this ruthless,
full-to-the-root insertion was enough to make even Cong Yun break out in a cold sweat, let alone an average woman.

A vague thought even crossed her mind: how could his seemingly delicate fiancée
withstand such a large penis from Wu Cenxi? It must be because of all the foreplay…

"Big? You slut, all you want is a bigger cock!" A single sentence shattered Cong Yun's whimsical
thoughts. Wu Cenxi angrily turned her face towards him, forcing her to look directly at him, his cold aura carrying a dangerous
undercurrent : "Tell me! Has any man done this to you this month?"

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