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Escape

"Mmm, mmm..." Lingdang swayed her hips, trying to make the man's huge member penetrate her
body deeper, enjoying the pleasure brought by the friction. "That's great, give me more, I want more..."
lewd words escaped Lingdang's mouth.

"You're great too, you're the best woman I've ever met." The man's heavy breath sprayed on Lingdang's
face. "I want to buy you, come with me, okay?" "

?" Bell sneered inwardly, but replied aloud, "Fine, take me with you. I don't want to serve so many men;
I'll just stay with you."

"Really?" The man was clearly delighted, revealing his yellowed teeth. He then buried his face in her bare chest.
"Lingdang, my Lingdang..."

The man's stubble-covered chin prickled Lingdang painfully. He licked her breasts haphazardly, swirling his tongue around her
nipples which he couldn't swallow, dripped from the corners of his mouth onto her snow-white skin. "Lingdang,
you're so beautiful, you're the most beautiful..."

Lingdang felt nauseous, but a surge of pleasure overwhelmed her. She moaned freely, immersed in the waves of lust
.

As the man's final thrust reached the deepest part of her body, the knife in Lingdang's hand plunged into his neck.

The man stared at Lingdang in disbelief, unable to die in peace.

His blood splattered all over Lingdang, her entire chest covered in bright red blood. This was the first time she had killed someone, but she felt
no fear, only a bloodthirsty excitement.

She wanted to escape; she didn't want to stay in this place any longer

. Lingdang's real name was Zhao Xiaoqi. A year ago, she was just an ordinary freshman in college. Who would have thought she would
become the most popular prostitute on Peach Blossom Street? Of course, she wasn't there voluntarily; she was sold
into this place by someone she once trusted most. She hated him and vowed to make him pay one day.

Lingdang had been in Peach Blossom Street for ten months, every day thinking about how to escape.
She had prepared for this day for over three hundred days, familiarizing herself with the area, stealing a knife—everything was ready.
The was just unlucky. If he had come a day earlier, she would have satisfied his desires to the fullest.

Lingdang went into the bathroom, wiped the blood off her face, put on her torn clothes, and jumped
out of the window.

She took out a hand-drawn map from her pocket. It was given to her by her previous customer; for this map, she
had done everything shameful to please him.

After running for almost half an hour, Lingdang stopped and leaned against the wall, panting. She glanced at the map; she was almost out of the street.
Gritting her teeth, she knew she couldn't let her guard down now. She knew
very well what she would be treated if she was discovered. She hated those filthy men.

"Ah!" She bumped into something, bounced back, and fell to the ground. It hurt. She frowned and looked up.

It was a person. Lingdang was startled and instinctively tried to get up and run away.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

It was a very unfamiliar voice, mature yet magnetic. Lingdang couldn't help but look at him.

He looked to be under forty, a very charming man. After a few seconds of stunned silence, Lingdang
sneered inwardly. What good could a man in a place like this be? He was just like those other men,
here for fun.

"So he's just a mute." "Lingdang heard the man's cold words.

Lingdang was angry; no man had ever treated her like this before. She wanted to make him regret it. She
deliberately pulled down her collar, revealing her body covered in hickeys, and said in a tearful voice, "Don't leave me alone. I'm
scared. I've been kidnapped and raped here. Please save me!"

The man's gaze was like a sharp weapon fixed on Lingdang. His eyes didn't hold any naked desire, yet
they made Lingdang blush and lower her head.

Footsteps approached, and Lingdang nervously took a step back, but still saw his foot stop in front of her.

"Ah!" "Without warning, her clothes were ripped off, and Lingdang screamed.

He pressed her face down on the ground, spread her legs, and forcefully inserted a finger inside.

Men are all the same, Lingdang sneered, resignedly closing her eyes, hoping he would finish quickly; if he discovered it, he
would definitely come after her.

Suddenly, he released her, and his finger withdrew from Lingdang's body. Lingdang opened her eyes curiously and saw him
rubbing two fingers together; one finger had something he had brought out of her body stuck to it.

"I'll believe you for now," the man said.

Lingdang almost laughed. This man was really strange; he used
this method just to see if what she said was true.

"Put your clothes on," he commanded.

Lingdang was disdainful, but she still obediently put them on; she didn't have a fetish for being naked and exposed to others.

He looked Lingdang up and down a few more times, "Would you like to come with me?" "I'll take you as my goddaughter."

After thinking for a moment, Lingdang replied, "Okay!" Although she didn't know what this man was planning, the prospect of safely
leaving this place was a huge temptation. Even if this man was only after her looks, it didn't matter; she
could always find a way to escape once she was out of there.

And so, Lingdang left Peach Blossom Street with a stranger she had just met. What did she care about the future?
What future could a woman as decadent as her possibly have? She'd just take it one step at a time.

Daughter or Mistress

? "Hmm..." Lingdang groaned, slowly waking up. Last night's lovemaking had been too intense;
her body was still weak and aching. She turned her head to look at the man beside her; he had already opened his eyes and was looking at her.

Lingdang smiled. He was a very alert man; no matter how tired she was, he would wake up as soon as she moved
.

Goddaughter?

Or perhaps mistress was a more accurate description.

She followed him for three days, making love several times, but he never asked her name, and she didn't know his
either .

Even when they were strangers, their bodies were already familiar.

The man said nothing, only gently tracing his hand across Lingdang's flat stomach, sending a shiver of desire through her.

"Want to do it again? I know men get hard easily in the morning," Lingdang smiled seductively,
wanton like a prostitute. No, she had once been a prostitute, and some things, once ingrained, are hard to change.

The man narrowed his eyes dangerously, like a cheetah ready to pounce. "I hope you
're prepared to faint before you tease me every time."

Lingdang's eyes flickered slightly. Last night, she had indeed fainted halfway through, but that didn't mean it would
happen again. "How will you know if you don't try?"

The man's hand suddenly slid down Lingdang's abdomen, inserting his fingers into her private parts, feeling
the wetness inside. "You really are very lewd, truly worthy of being the most popular prostitute on Peach Blossom Street." The man's words
were clearly sarcastic.

Lingdang's body stiffened abruptly, her rising lust instantly cooling, her eyes filled with horror: "You
knew who I was all along?"

"Which man who's been to Peach Blossom Street hasn't heard of Lingdang? It's just a pity most have never met her.
Rumor has it that Lingdang isn't the most beautiful on Peach Blossom Street, but she's the one who can satisfy men the most. Men not only value
beauty, but also a woman's physical reactions during sex. And you, you can turn many men into lustful dogs."

The man spoke while his hands continued their work, still probing inside Lingdang's body.

Lingdang's body began to tremble, her tone still stubborn: "It's obvious, you're not that kind of man."

"Yes, I'm not." A cold glint appeared at the man's lips. "The moment I touched your body, I knew
what kind of body it was, and naturally, I could guess your identity."

Lingdang gripped the sheets tightly, trying to ignore the man's ravaging fingers, suppressing
the moan . "Then why did you say you believed me?

" "If I hadn't said that, would you have come out with me so easily?" The man revealed a cold smile.
"Don't look at me like that. I believe you'd rather not be sent back."

This man was threatening her. Lingdang bit her lip. She truly didn't want to go back to that place. If
she had to choose, she would rather be this man's adopted daughter—no, his mistress.

The man rolled over and pressed down on Lingdang, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with a larger, more unexpected object, entering
Lingdang 's body with a storm of plunder and invasion.

After a cry of pain, Lingdang closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes had regained their usual alluring quality. "Yes, I
don't want to go back. I'd rather serve you than those filthy men, so I
'll .

" The man's movements became more violent, making Lingdang feel as if her soul was being shaken out of her body.

Lingdang stretched out her arms and hooked her arms around the man's neck, as if finding refuge in a storm, clinging tightly.
When she reached her climax, her fingernails left marks on the man's back.

At that moment, she seemed to hear the man softly say: I will never tire of you. Don't even
think about escaping.

The new life was just as filthy

. When she woke up again, it was already dark, and the person beside her was nowhere to be seen.

Lingdang sat up, the blanket covering her slipped down, revealing her mottled body. These were all the marks
left by . Lingdang laughed self-deprecatingly. Was this stamping her possessions?

From the day she was sold into Peach Blossom Street, she became a decadent woman. Sometimes, Lingdang felt more like an
object than a person; only by thinking that way could she find the courage to live.

She walked naked into the bathroom, letting the water wash over her already filthy body. Only she knew she
could never truly cleanse herself.

Turning the tap all the way down, the cold water splashing on her skin sent a shiver down her spine. Lingdang suddenly laughed.
This reminded her of the feeling of lovemaking. Could she still find redemption?

She suddenly recalled the words the man had whispered in her ear before she fell asleep: "Zhuo Mingchen, my name.
Remember . From now on, you'll be called Zhuo Lingdang."

Zhuo Lingdang…

Lingdang, her nickname in Peach Blossom Street.

Heh, was he reminding her that she could never escape the fate of being dominated and manipulated by men?

When Lingdang stepped out of the bathroom, she was unsurprised to find the traces of their passionate lovemaking on the bed cleaned up and replaced with fresh
sheets and blankets.

It was a large villa, simply decorated yet exuding an air of luxury. Besides Zhuo Mingchen
, Lingdang had only ever seen two other people: Aunt Feng, who was responsible for cleaning and cooking, and the driver, Liu Sheng.

After each encounter with Zhuo Mingchen, Aunt Feng would always clean the bed while she showered and then bring her three meals
a day at the same time.

Lingdang had never heard Aunt Feng utter a single word. Was she too disdainful to speak to her, or was she mute? Even if Aunt Feng despised
her to the point of not wanting to utter a single word, Lingdang didn't care, or rather, she was already used to it. During
her year on Peach Blossom Street, men looked at her with either curiosity or desire, while women looked at her with either jealousy or
contempt.

Lingdang suddenly felt an urge to laugh. She was now a decadent woman who lived off her body.

Since being betrayed by a man she once truly loved, true love has ceased to exist in her vocabulary. How many men, while
riding her, proclaimed their love—it was more unbelievable than lies.

Love, to her, was merely a game, a decadent game. She didn't want love; satisfying
each other 's desires was the rule.

…

“What's so interesting about a potted plant?” A cold voice sounded from behind.

Without turning around, she knew who it was. Belld flicked at the withering petals and said calmly, “I'm wondering how long a flower's
life . If flowers could bloom forever, they wouldn't be worth people's admiration. The more fleeting something is,
the more beautiful it seems.”

“What are you implying?” Zhuo Mingchen walked over, pinched Belld's chin, and forced her to look at him.

“Nothing, just a few words that suddenly came to mind.” Lingdang looked at Zhuo Mingchen, her eyes unusually
calm .

“That’s for the best.” Zhuo Mingchen suddenly lifted the hem of Lingdang’s skirt, his hand reaching between her legs to pull down her
panties. “I don’t like it when you’re thinking about other things while we’re making love.”

Lingdang obediently moved back to sit on the windowsill, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her legs hooked around Zhuo Mingchen’s
waist, feeling his hard, hot member pressing against her clitoris.

“Do you want it?” the man’s devilish voice asked.

Lingdang smiled softly, innocent like an angel, yet alluring like a witch.

While Zhuo Mingchen was slightly taken aback, Lingdang had already unzipped his pants, taking his large member into her tight
passage . “Tell me, do I want it or not?

” Zhuo Mingchen’s eyes darkened instantly, desire filling the air. He wouldn’t allow his control to be taken away,
thrusting his hips down, burying himself even deeper.

"Ah!" Lingdang gasped softly, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure.

The point of contact was concealed by the drooping hem of her skirt, occasionally
revealing the sounds of friction and slapping only intensifying their desire.

In the swaying motion, a flowerpot on the windowsill was knocked over and fell from the second floor.

The moment the flowerpot shattered, Lingdang seemed to hear a scream echo in her own heart.

Fate had brought her to wither and abandonment.

Aside

from making love with Zhuo Mingchen, Lingdang spent her time eating, sleeping, and spacing out. She thought she would continue living this
aimless life until the day she was bored. She didn't believe in the idea of never getting tired of someone;
hadn't she heard enough sweet talk from men

? Especially whispers during climax—they were less believable than lies.

When Zhuo Mingchen left in the morning, he told her he wouldn't be back that night. Lingdang smiled in surprise; she wasn't his
wife, so there was no need for her to announce his whereabouts.

Zhuo Mingchen was undoubtedly very wealthy, and perhaps even powerful.

Sometimes Lingdang thought that perhaps Zhuo Mingchen owned many similar villas, and she was just
one of his many mistresses, like an emperor with three thousand concubines. Even if he favored her now, she could be ruthlessly banished to the cold palace later.

Lingdang went downstairs. Zhuo Mingchen hadn't restricted her freedom, but even so, she had nowhere to go.

Aunt Feng was mopping the floor; she was a hardworking woman, Lingdang thought, because she had never seen her
idle .

At times like this, a subtle tremor would stir within Lingdang. She had once thought she would become
an ordinary woman, marry, have children, take care of her husband and children, and then live a peaceful life. Now ,
thinking back, it seemed like a truly extravagant wish.

The ground was littered with the remains of a flowerpot, broken pieces of soil, and a dying seedling.

This was from when she and Zhuo Mingchen made love last time; the petals had all withered and fallen—the flower's fate,
merely brought forward. She felt nothing even when killing someone, let alone felt
sad about killing a flower.

Thinking this, Lingdang withdrew her gaze and prepared to leave.

"You're that woman?"

Lingdang could hear the disdain in the question and turned to look at the speaker.

Standing before her was a very young man; Lingdang estimated he was about her age,
around twenty, looking at her with hostility.

"Are you the woman the old man is keeping?" Zhuo Lie asked again, sizing up the woman before him. She wasn't old;
perhaps calling her a girl would be more accurate. She had shoulder-length hair, a delicate oval face, and was about chin-high
. Slender but not thin, her loose dress couldn't hide her shapely figure, revealing her fair and slender legs.

The old man?

Lingdang was confused, not immediately recognizing who he was talking about. "Are you asking me?"

"Silly woman, besides me, there's only you here. Do you think I'd be stupid enough to talk to thin air?" Zhuo Lie
glared at Lingdang. Was it really her? She didn't look like a seductive enchantress at all. Could there be some mistake

? "That's right, it's just you and me here." Lingdang turned to look around. "But who's this old man you're talking about?"

"Stop playing dumb! Who else could it be but Zhuo Mingchen!" Zhuo Lie said impatiently.

“Oh, so it’s him.” Lingdang looked like she suddenly realized. This guy was really interesting. She
guessed that Zhuo Mingchen was no more than forty years old, so he couldn’t be called an old man. But if someone is called an
old man, there’s another possibility…

Lingdang stared at Zhuo Lie’s face for a few seconds and seemed to have discovered something. Sure enough, they looked a bit alike. They
must be father and son, but the age difference didn’t seem to be that big, and their relationship wasn’t very good.

Zhuo Lie felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze. No woman had ever dared to look at him like that before. He frowned unhappily:
"Answer my question first. Are you the old man's kept woman?"

Lingdang chuckled softly. Perhaps her future days wouldn't be so boring. Suddenly, she had the idea to tease him:
"What if I said yes?"

The old man's woman

. "Damn it, that old man actually slept with a woman who could be his daughter." Zhuo Lie cursed under his breath.
He had heard while abroad that Zhuo Mingchen was hiding a woman in his villa, so he came back a day early to see
what kind of woman could make that cold old man so infatuated.

He had thought she must be glamorous and know all sorts of seductive tricks, but he realized he was wrong when he saw her today. This
woman was very beautiful. Although he had seen many more beautiful women, she gave off a different feeling, making it
impossible for him to feel any disgust.

"Hey! Woman, how old are you?" Zhuo Lie asked.

? ? “几岁？听着像在问小孩子。”铃铛没有生气，眨了眨眼睛道：“我二十了。”

? ? 卓烈脸色发青，二十，比他还小一岁，老头对自己的母亲毫不理会，却在这
里包养一个年龄这么小的女人，他有恋童癖不成？总之，卓烈现在的心情很不爽，
如果卓冥辰现在就在他眼前，他会立马冲过去揍他一拳。

? ? “你告诉那老头，我不管他打什么主意，是只想养着你还是以后会娶你，我
"I'll never admit it." Zhuo Lie said harshly, "And don't expect to get into the Zhuo family just because of your looks and bedroom skills."

Lingdang suddenly wanted to laugh, and as she thought this, her hands were already clutching her stomach, tears welling up in her eyes.

"What are you laughing at?!" ”卓烈本来就不好的心情更为恶劣，被女人嘲笑对他来说是
天大的耻辱，更何况他没说任何值得笑的地方。

? ? 铃铛没有停下来的打算，这个人还真把她的话当真了，也太容易骗了，还说
得那么义正言辞，很久没人让她这么心情愉快了。

? ? 卓烈脑袋一热，原想冲过去揍她一拳，但走到她面前时却做了令自己也吃惊
不已的动作。

? ? 他用双手固定住铃铛的头，吻住了她。

? ? 消音……

? ? 虽然与预想的做法不一样，但效果却是达到了。

? ? 卓烈尴尬地松手，退开一步，他不做打女人这种不像男人的事，他这样安慰
着自己，他只是让她不要笑了，根本不是要吻她，更何况她是老头的女人。

? ? “这么快就爱上我了？”铃铛微抬头看着他。

? ? “我从来就不缺女人。 Zhuo Lie gripped Lingdang's chin, staring at her angrily at her words.
"I have no interest in any woman an old man has his eye on. Or is it that the old man can't satisfy you, so you
want other men

?" "Too bad, I don't lack men either," Lingdang retorted defiantly.

Zhuo Mingchen tightened his grip until Lingdang showed a pained expression before releasing her. "You're a bold
woman, but you'd better not anger me. I can't guarantee my fists won't hit a woman."

Without even looking, Lingdang knew there were finger marks on her chin. She took a few steps back, leaning against the wall, and when she looked up again,
she smiled slightly, suddenly transforming into an innocent girl: "Want to know why I was smiling just now?"

Zhuo Lie was taken aback, not expecting her to ask such a question.

"Because—" Lingdang deliberately dragged out her words, watching Zhuo Lie's reaction, "I never said
I was Zhuo Mingchen's mistress."

"What?!" After the initial shock, Zhuo Lie was furious. Was this woman treating him like a fool? He punched
Lingdang on the side of the wall, making a

loud "!" sound. "Do you think I'd believe what you say?" "Zhuo Mingchen took me in as his goddaughter. If you don't believe me, you can go ask him directly." Lingdang smiled slyly to herself.
She was telling the truth, except that Zhuo Mingchen wanted to sleep with his goddaughter; she wasn't lying to him.

"Goddaughter?" Zhuo Lie looked at her suspiciously. "Why?"

"You should ask him that question yourself. I don't have a choice." Lingdang recalled
the scene when she first met that man. He had coldly said, "Would you like to come with me? I'll take you in as my goddaughter." She thought that
if he had said he wanted to take her as his mistress, she would have agreed too.

"I'll go find him." Zhuo Lie said, walking towards the door, then suddenly turned back and asked, "What's your
name?"

"Zhuo Lingdang." “There’s no need to hide it,” Lingdang replied.

“It sounds like the name of a stupid woman,” Zhuo Lie frowned. “My name is Zhuo Lie.” "

? ? Lingdang watched his retreating figure, a slight smile playing on her lips. Things seemed to have gotten complicated.

? ? You're a vixen

? ? She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept alone. Lying on the spacious bed, Lingdang felt strangely
uncomfortable .

? ? For countless days and nights, she'd gone to sleep exhausted, even during her most awkward period
, she'd use her mouth to satisfy men.

? ? So this quiet night, ironically, made her sleepless.

? ? Sitting up, she bent her legs and hugged her knees, only to find herself unable to show vulnerability in front of men, and only wanton compliance could hide that side, so she fell into depravity,
becoming another man's ex-husband's woman.

" Those days in Peach Blossom Street were like living in hell; every day was torture.

She witnessed a woman being tortured to death by several men for resisting, so she learned her lesson. She
gradually went from being submissive to conforming, from being unknown to becoming the most famous woman in Peach Blossom Street. Sometimes she even believed she was destined
to be a decadent woman.

At some point, Lingdang finally fell asleep.

In her dream, she returned to her ordinary yet happy days. Every day she went to school with her sister, and when they came home, her mother
would prepare hot meals, her father would tell them jokes, and then the whole family would watch TV together…

Those days would never return.

No one knew that a tear slid down Lingdang's cheek in her sleep.

…

When she woke up in the morning, it was already past ten o'clock; she had unexpectedly slept well.

Lingdang first took a shower in the bathroom, then came out to get dressed

. The wardrobe was almost entirely filled with dresses. Lingdang didn't like dresses, but Zhuo Mingchen did, because dresses
made sex easier, especially

after that time on the windowsill. Zhuo Mingchen had replaced all the clothes in her wardrobe with dresses.

Lingdang casually flipped through them; they were all designer brands, which looked terrible on her, but since it wasn't
her money, she didn't care.

"Why are you standing in front of the mirror, lost in thought?"

Before Zhuo Mingchen spoke, Lingdang had already seen him enter through the mirror, so she wasn't surprised at all.
"I was thinking about when you'd be back."

"It's a lie, but it makes me happy to hear it." Zhuo Mingchen closed the door, approached Lingdang, lifted her
chin, and kissed her lips. It was a possessive kiss; his tongue ravaged Lingdang's mouth, wanting to ignite
every inch of .

Lingdang finally got a chance to catch her breath before suffocating. She suddenly remembered that this was the first time Zhuo Mingchen had kissed
her. Although they had always made love, they had never had lip-to-lip contact. "Want to do it now?"

"If this is your invitation..." Zhuo Mingchen didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already clear.

Lingdang laughed, a seductive laugh, one arm around Zhuo Mingchen's neck, the other already reaching between his legs to cover the
fiery source.

"You're a vixen," Zhuo Mingchen said indifferently, picking Lingdang up and tossing her onto the bed.

Her skirt was half-ripped off, no one caring about the unwearable fabric. Lingdang, naked, clung to
Zhuo Mingchen, awaiting his entry.

Zhuo Mingchen was a cold man, even during sex. There were no gentle movements or words; he
simply watched coldly as the woman beneath him reached climax under his rhythm, then delivered the final blow.

The phone suddenly rang.

Zhuo Mingchen pulled his phone from the pile of clothes and answered. He didn't know what the other person said, but he simply said,
"Okay, I understand, I'll be right there."

Lingdang lazily turned over to look at him, "Going out already?" She knew in her heart that this was a pointless question.

“Hmm.” Zhuo Mingchen didn’t answer.
Lingdang didn’t want to move, staring blankly at the ceiling for a long time before slowly sitting up, clutching the blanket.

“!!” The door was kicked open violently.

Lingdang was startled, turning her head to see Zhuo Lie looking at her with a stern face. Did he know everything?

Punishment

? “You saw everything?” Lingdang felt Zhuo Lie’s eyes were like he wanted to devour her.

Zhuo Lie clenched his fists. He hadn’t seen Zhuo Mingchen yesterday, knowing he might come here today, so he came
to check . Of course, he didn’t deny that he also wanted to see the old man’s adopted daughter, his nominal sister.

But he hadn't expected to discover such a thing. He heard moans coming from the doorway of Lingdang's room.
He wasn't an ignorant child; he knew what was happening inside. Then he saw that the man who came out was Zhuo
Mingchen.

How ridiculous!

What godfather, goddaughter?

They were laughing at him secretly, for believing that woman's lies like a fool.

"You dare lie to me!" Zhuo Lie's face darkened as he approached step by step. Reaching the bedside, he roughly ripped away
the blanket covering Lingdang's body, leaving her completely naked before him.

Lingdang's body was beautiful, now marked with red welts on her fair skin.

Zhuo Lie's eyes turned bloodshot. Without thinking, he pinned Lingdang down, snarling, "You'll
pay for lying ."

Lingdang laughed instead of being surprised, "If you want to have sex with me, don't bother with excuses. I can't resist."

Zhuo Lie looked at her, expecting her to beg for mercy in fear, which might make him consider letting her go. But she didn't.
Not only did she not beg, she even tried to provoke him. He couldn't fathom this woman's thoughts, only knowing that his anger was now even greater.
He said in a deep voice, "You want a man that much? I'd like to see how seductive you are."

Lingdang knew that saying anything now was useless, so she remained silent.

Seeing her silence, Zhuo Lie maliciously buried his head in her chest, biting her nipples, while his other hand reached down
to her crotch, groping.

"Mmm..." Lingdang's body had become extremely sensitive, especially when those two places were stimulated. She
couldn't help but let out a moan, her face flushing an unusual red.

"You're already feeling something?" Zhuo Lie brought his lips close to Lingdang's ear, his tone becoming wickedly low and husky. "You
really are quite lewd. No wonder that old man was captivated by you.

" His index finger had already slipped inside Lingdang's body as he spoke. The wet, slippery touch made Zhuo Mingchen's face suddenly turn
ugly .

He took a heavy bite of Lingdang's nipple. "Ah!" Lingdang's face contorted, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Looks like that old man has already satisfied you quite a bit, hasn't he?" Zhuo Lie withdrew his finger, bringing out
a milky white fluid—something they were both familiar with, a product of male lust.

Lingdang merely smiled, "Didn't you hear everything?"

Zhuo Lie frowned, not wanting to see that expression again, afraid he might kill her in a moment of impulse. He
flipped over, making her kneel on the bed. "I'll make you so full you can't eat anymore."

Lingdang closed her eyes, expecting the pain. Zhuo Lie

pinched her buttocks apart, forcefully thrusting his already erect member into Lingdang's body, all the way
to the root.

"You were just with that old man, and you're still as tight as a virgin inside. You're a born witch,"
Lingdang heard Zhuo Lie whisper above her.

Lingdang smiled, turning her head to the side, "You're not the first to say that."

A ruthless look appeared on Zhuo Lie's face. He gripped Lingdang's waist with both hands, almost completely withdrawing before forcefully thrusting
in again, satisfied to hear a whimper. "Foolish woman, I'll make sure you can never say anything offensive again
."

Nightmare-like H

... Each thrust deeper, each thrust more forceful.

Lingdang barely managed to support herself, preventing herself from collapsing onto the bed, letting out seductive moans. She
was that kind of decadent woman; any man riding on her brought her pleasure, and she never hid
her sensual pleasure.

"Was it good? Want more?" Zhuo Lie suddenly stopped, his engorged member still inside
Lingdang .

The sudden disappearance of pleasure made Lingdang writhe uncontrollably. Fighting desire was torture for a man, and
the same was true for a woman.

"Want it? If you want it, move yourself." Zhuo Lie's voice at this moment was like a demon, tempting
her to fall. He straightened his body, slightly withdrawing; this slight friction almost made Lingdang collapse.

Lingdang knew the man behind her wanted to humiliate and trample on her, but so what? She'd show him
just how depraved she truly was.

Originally kneeling, Lingdang shifted her body backward, drawing the man's almost-exhausted heat back into
her body. She exhaled softly and began to move her body back and forth using the strength of her limbs, letting her secret...
The man's massive member repeatedly swallowed and released her.

Zhuo Lie remained motionless, his face grim, until Lingdang's pace quickened, culminating in a spasm and
climax .

Lingdang breathed heavily, the afterglow of her orgasm still lingering in every cell of her body, trembling in waves.
Her soft, feminine muscles contracted, enveloping the man's magnificent member; she could even feel its pulse.

"Are you satisfied now?" Lingdang tried to lean forward to separate from him, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

"I'm not as easy to deal with as an old man. The game has only just begun." Zhuo Lie suddenly thrust his hips, faster and more intense than
before , a storm of penetration.

Lingdang could only moan; she couldn't utter any other sound, nor did she want to.

Zhuo Lie's stamina was remarkable. Just when Lingdang thought this torture would never end, a surge of fluid shot
into her body.

However, Zhuo Lie didn't let her go. He flipped her over, making her face him; he
wanted to see her expression.

Zhuo Lie spread Lingdang's legs and pressed them upwards, fully exposing her mysterious area. He extended a
finger and teased the still-constricting entrance, occasionally inserting a little.

Lingdang's face was flushed with an unnatural blush, her eyes glazed over. She had reached two orgasms in a row, almost exhausting
all her strength.

Zhuo Lie smiled wickedly, uttering vile words: "Is this not enough? I
haven't , or have you gotten used to the old man's impotence?"

He's no worse than you. Lingdang didn't have the strength to say those words. In this kind of thing, they really
were like father and son, torturing her until she couldn't lift a finger.

Zhuo Lie leaned down, his hands supporting Lingdang's body on either side, biting at the tender white skin of her chest, leaving red marks
on it , like markings of possession.

Without warning, her lower body was violently penetrated again, followed by powerful thrusts.

Lingdang felt she would die like this. She didn't know how long they had been doing it, only that they were
constantly changing positions and repeating the same action. Her body felt like a puppet, and the other end of the string
was in Zhuo Lie's hand. As long as he didn't want to stop, she would never stop.

When Zhuo Lie ejaculated into Lingdang again, she was almost unconscious. She

faintly heard Zhuo Lie's evil voice in her ear: "I think I'm obsessed with you, what should I do?"

If this was a dream, it was a nightmare.

No pity needed

. When Lingdang vaguely regained consciousness, she couldn't distinguish between dream and reality.

She lay in the bathtub, the warm water enveloping her body, both painful and comfortable, making her
sigh . She curled up, letting her neck submerge in the water.

Suddenly, she felt someone beside her wiping her body with a towel, the pressure just right, very
comfortable.

Lingdang kept her eyes closed, thinking perhaps she was just imagining things; she didn't believe
either would be so attentive.

It wasn't until her legs were parted and a hand reached to wash her soft, feminine area that Lingdang suddenly snapped out of her daze.
The touch of that hand was unlike any man's. She abruptly opened her eyes and saw that the person kneeling beside the bathtub was
Aunt Feng.

Lingdang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing her body and letting Aunt Feng continue cleaning her.

Was it embarrassing? She didn't think so; perhaps she was already used to it, and there weren't
many .

Aunt Feng saw her open her eyes, only glanced at her indifferently, then looked away and continued her work.

"You know everything?" Lingdang asked.

Aunt Feng didn't answer.

"Are you planning to tell Zhuo Mingchen that I'm having an affair with his son?" Lingdang asked again.

Still no response.

“Oh, right, I forgot you can’t speak, and you might not be able to hear either.” Lingdang slightly raised her arms,
gently splashing the water. “But your life isn’t bad, you don’t have to think about anything, it’s a kind of happiness.”

Aunt Feng stood up, placed a dry towel and bathrobe on the edge of the bathtub, glanced at Lingdang again, and then
left .

Lingdang stared blankly in the direction of the door.

If she wasn’t mistaken, Aunt Feng’s glance contained—pity.

Pity?

Lingdang smiled; she didn’t need pity. She would rather Aunt Feng look at her with disdain, that would be normal, wouldn’t
it

? Lingdang didn’t get out of the bathtub until the water cooled down, drying herself as she thought about the events of the past few days
.

From the moment she escaped the old street and bumped into Zhuo Mingchen, she had lived in this place, with a new name and identity: Zhuo
Lingdang, Zhuo Mingchen’s adopted daughter and mistress. Zhuo Lie's appearance stirred up new waves in her life. She knew
Zhuo Lie wouldn't let her off so easily, meaning she would have to juggle two men from now on, and what's even more ridiculous
is that those two men are father and son. Who knows how things will develop

? Lingdang walked out of the bathroom and found that the sheets and duvet cover on the bed had been changed to clean ones.

She had to admire Aunt Feng's efficiency; it seemed that as soon as she saw a man leave her room, she would bring back
new sheets and duvet cover to change them, erasing the traces of the previous indiscretion.

But this time was different, wasn't it? Shouldn't she leave the evidence so that Zhuo Mingchen could see it?

Lingdang didn't understand Aunt Feng's thinking, and she was too lazy to figure it out.

Fortunately, Zhuo Mingchen didn't return for two days, and the marks on Lingdang's body gradually faded, quickly
returning her original fair and flawless state. Even if Zhuo Mingchen saw her naked, he wouldn't suspect
that she had been with other men.

...

There was a large tree next to the villa, right next to Lingdang's bedroom. Lying in its shade, looking directly upwards, was
Lingdang's favorite thing to do these past few days; she could even spend an entire afternoon like that. The sunlight filtering through the layers of leaves seemed
to shred her, creating an unreal, dreamlike feeling.

Suddenly, a dark shadow blocked Lingdang's view.

"So, besides liking to lie in bed, you also like to lie on the floor," a mocking voice rang out.

Without even looking, Lingdang recognized Zhuo Lie's voice.

Her arm was pulled up, and she was pressed against a tree trunk. Lingdang's back ached slightly from the impact, and
she frowned .

"Did you miss me? I've been craving your scent." Zhuo Lie said ambiguously, gently biting Lingdang's earlobe.

He wanted this woman

. Suddenly, Zhuo Lie stole Lingdang's breath, his mouth churning wildly. One hand
kneaded her full breasts through her clothes, enjoying the soft, elastic feel. The other hand lifted the hem of her skirt, his fingers
slipping inside her panties, hovering at the entrance.

"So wet already, this body is so wanton," Zhuo Lie teased, forcefully inserting his fingers, feeling
the tight embrace.

"Aren't you afraid your father will find out you're doing this?" Lingdang whimpered.

"Why should I be afraid of him? I've never considered him my father, and he doesn't deserve to." Zhuo Lie inserted another
finger and pulled it in viciously, occasionally curling his fingers to probe the soft, wet inner walls.

Lingdang arched her back, her entire body pressed tightly against the tree trunk, her fingers digging so hard they almost embedded themselves in the bark.

Although Zhuo Lie was young, Lingdang couldn't deny his exceptional skill in lovemaking;
he nearly brought her to orgasm with just his fingers.

"Still so sensitive." Zhuo Lie pulled off one of Lingdang's shoulder straps, revealing her smooth, bare shoulder and half
of her breast, then lowered his head to gently suckle it.

Lingdang half-closed her eyes, her face flushed, and arched her body, wanting even greater pleasure.

"Your expression is so beautiful. It's a shame to only let that old man see it. I won't let him have you all to himself.
" Zhuo Lie released the now erect and hard nipple, which exuded a moist and seductive allure. His eyes deepened, and his hands
moved even faster.

After Zhuo Lie pressed the clitoris a few times with his free thumb, the delicate body beside him finally began to spasm
involuntarily . Her expression was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Knowing full well what was going on, he asked, "Have you climaxed yet?"

As he said this, his hands stopped moving, and he quietly admired the dazed expression on Lingdang's face after her climax.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of the iron gate opening and closing. Zhuo Lie turned to the side and saw a car drive in through the gate.
It was Zhuo Mingchen's car. Zhuo Lie recognized it at a glance. He thought he wouldn't be coming today, and he could
enjoy himself properly. It seemed he would have to wait until next time.

Of course, Lingdang also heard the sound, but she couldn't control how things were going.

"The old man's back, I'll let you go this time." Zhuo Lie released Lingdang. "If you don't want the old man to find out
, hurry back and clean up."

Without Zhuo Lie's support, Lingdang slid down the tree trunk to the ground, but still stubbornly insisted, "Weren't you
the one who was scared?"

"Stupid woman, don't try to provoke me, or I'll really make you pass out right in front of the old man."

Zhuo Lie looked down at Lingdang, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

Lingdang smiled, using the tree trunk for support to stand up. After catching her breath, she regained some strength and
straightened her clothes, walking back step by step.

All she needed to do was change her underwear before Zhuo Mingchen arrived at her room and rest for a few minutes.

Zhuo Lie watched her retreating figure, then punched a tree trunk hard. He would have this woman sooner or later,
not just occasionally, but he wanted her to belong entirely to him, even if she was now the old man's woman.

…

When Zhuo Mingchen entered Lingdang's bedroom, Lingdang was lying on the bed, looking at him with her eyes open.

He tossed the box he was carrying onto the bed, his voice indifferent, "Change your clothes, I'll take you somewhere
."

Lingdang sat up and opened the box.

Inside was a black evening gown, simple yet beautiful, presumably designed by a famous designer.
Lingdang unfolded the dress and compared it to herself in the mirror.

"I'll give you three minutes," Zhuo Mingchen said coldly.

Lingdang glanced back at him, said nothing, and quickly and nonchalantly
took off her dress in front of Zhuo Mingchen, leaving only her strapless top and panties, before putting on the evening gown she was holding.

Just as Lingdang reached for the zipper on her back, a pair of hands zipped it up for her first.

Mistress? Companion

? The dress fit perfectly, as if tailor-made. Could it really have been custom-made for her by Zhuo Mingchen? Lingdang
thought ; only he knew the measurements of every part of her body.

Looking in the mirror, Lingdang saw it was a daring dress, though it wasn't anything special to her. It exposed her rounded
shoulders and a large expanse of white skin on her back, and combined with her already beautiful figure, it was incredibly
sexy from every angle.

Zhuo Mingchen nodded in satisfaction and took out two more small boxes from his pocket.

Lingdang immediately guessed they contained jewelry.

Sure enough, one slightly larger box contained a red diamond necklace, and the other contained a pair of
silver earrings set with diamonds of the same color as the necklace.

Lingdang didn't know where Zhuo Mingchen was taking her. She disliked these things she wore; no matter how glamorous the exterior,
it couldn't hide her decadent interior, and instead seemed like a mockery of her.

"Let's go! The shoes are in the car. I'll take you to get your hair and makeup done later."

...

When Lingdang was fully dressed from head to toe, everyone, including herself, was amazed.

Women look beautiful when they're dressed up, and Lingdang was already beautiful.

When the stylist led Lingdang out of the dressing room, Zhuo Mingchen, who had been waiting impatiently, was
momentarily , but quickly hid his surprise, replacing it with his usual indifference.

With her hair all styled and secured, and with appropriate light makeup, coupled with her clothes and jewelry, Lingdang
looked not only beautiful but also noble and elegant.

Perhaps to Lingdang, the word "noble and elegant" seemed ironic when applied to her, but she certainly
looked , and no one would doubt her noble birth.

…

The car drove into a luxurious hotel. The top floor was used by high society to host banquets, so the hotel
's security was extremely tight; only members with membership cards were allowed entry.

It was obvious that Lingdang didn't have a membership card, but since she was brought by Zhuo Mingchen, who would dare stop her from entering?

Everyone knew that Zhuo Mingchen was the president of "Chentian," and what was even more terrifying was that "Chentian" wasn't a family
business , but rather something Zhuo Mingchen had built single-handedly over a decade ago. It was rumored that its rapid growth was due to
its connections with the underworld, though this was impossible to verify.

The hotel chairman personally greeted Zhuo Mingchen and presented Lingdang with a membership card.

Before this, Lingdang only knew that Zhuo Mingchen was rich, but she didn't know he had such a powerful background.

From the moment they got out of the car, Zhuo Mingchen had Lingdang take his arm.

Everyone was speculating about which company's daughter this woman beside Zhuo Mingchen was;
how could someone without any status be worthy of standing beside him

? Looking at the envious gazes of the women around her, Lingdang smiled coldly to herself. Was this high society? Those
so-called noble women were nothing more than a bunch of jealous women who only wanted to climb the social ladder.

The banquet hall couldn't be described merely as luxurious; it incorporated a medieval European style, giving everyone
the feeling of being in a foreign palace.

Lingdang, arm in arm with Zhuo Mingchen, wore an elegant smile, her sexy attire accentuating her beautiful figure,
captivating all the men present.

"Who is the woman beside Zhuo Mingchen?"

"I don't know, I've never seen her before. She looks young, could she be his illegitimate daughter?"

"No way, I bet she's Zhuo Mingchen's woman, she's so beautiful. I'd pay any price to spend
a .

" "Stop dreaming, do you think you'd get such a good deal? She's with Zhuo Mingchen, she wouldn't have eyes
for other men.

" "That's true, it's good to dream."

…

The two instantly became the stars of the banquet, everyone whispering, some talking about Lingdang, others
about Zhuo Mingchen.

Is Cinderella just a fairy tale

? Lingdang had the illusion that Cinderella had transformed into a princess, so she would glance at the clock every now and then,
wondering if she would revert to her original form after midnight.

Zhuo Mingchen introduced Lingdang to many prominent figures in the business world, but she didn't remember any of them, nor did she want
to . The men's gazes reminded her of Peach Blossom Street, filling her with only disgust.

In truth, weren't men only after her body? Including Zhuo Mingchen, and Zhuo Lie as well.

…

The host of the banquet was Zhang Facai, who had become a nouveau riche six years ago after winning millions in the lottery. He used that money to start
a successful company, making a considerable fortune and becoming a prominent figure.

Zhang Facai was in his forties, slightly obese with a protruding belly, of average appearance, but had a very beautiful daughter.

This banquet was a celebration for his daughter's 21st birthday, who had just returned from studying abroad. He also wanted
to find her a future husband today. He had gone to great lengths for this event, booking the entire hotel and casting a
wide net to invite every single unmarried man he could. To avoid making his intentions too
obvious , he also invited many other business associates.

Zhuo Mingchen's attendance was unexpected for Zhang Facai. Although he had sent out invitations, he hadn't expected Zhuo Mingchen to give him
face. But since Zhuo Mingchen was there, he couldn't let the opportunity pass.

"Tingting, come here quickly! The president of Chentian is here too. If you can win his favor, you
'll become a true socialite for life, and your father can benefit from it too," Zhang Facai said to his daughter.

“Dad, I don’t want to! That man is thirty-nine years old, not much younger than you. I don’t want to marry
someone who could almost be my father, especially since he already has a woman by his side!” Zhang Ting
pouted . She knew how formidable Zhuo Mingchen was, but she wanted a handsome prince even more.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy? So many women want to be with him. It’s normal for rich men to have a few mistresses.
Just listen to your father and come with me.”

Zhang Ting reluctantly followed Zhang Facai. Winning someone’s favor wasn’t easy, but making someone dislike them
was simple. She was determined not to marry Zhuo Mingchen.

“President Zhuo, your presence is truly an honor! I wonder who this young lady beside you
is…” Zhang Facai’s eyes were already glued to Lingdang. Besides finding her beautiful, he also had a feeling of
déjà vu , but he couldn’t quite place where he had seen her before.

"My date today," Zhuo Mingchen replied casually, seemingly unwilling to elaborate. He had only decided to bring Lingdang to the banquet on
a , but now he regretted it. Lingdang was more beautiful than he had imagined,
and she drove many men crazy.

Zhang Facai looked away and smiled awkwardly. He felt inferior to Zhuo Mingchen. "
President , this is my daughter, Zhang Ting. Tingting, come and greet President Zhuo. You're the birthday girl today; President Zhuo has given
you a tremendous honor."

Zhang Ting was stunned. She had been stunned ever since she first saw Zhuo Mingchen. She had always assumed he
was a middle-aged man who had gained weight. But this man was very handsome, didn't look his age,
and possessed the charm of a mature man. His tall, slender figure was in no way inferior to that of a young man.

Zhuo Mingchen frowned.

Sensing his displeasure, Zhang Facai quickly nudged his daughter's arm.

Zhang Ting snapped out of her daze, her cheeks flushed. She knew she had been somewhat rude, but she truly adored Zhuo Mingchen,
even though he was eighteen years her senior.

Lingdang stood silently to the side. Anyone could see the father and daughter's intentions, but
what did it matter to her? She didn't know what kind of woman Zhuo Mingchen liked, but even if this woman was cunning, she
would only be another "adoptive mother."

Zhuo Mingchen, expressionless, suddenly grabbed Lingdang's belt and pulled her away without a word. Zhang Ting's face
turned pale. This was a tremendous insult. She was confident in her beauty; no
man had ever treated her like this before. She wouldn't give up so easily.

Zhang Facai watched Lingdang's retreating figure, suddenly remembering where he had seen this woman before,
a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

"You're my woman

?" "What are you laughing at?" Zhuo Mingchen led Lingdang to a corner, noticing the faint smile on her lips.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Lingdang raised an eyebrow, her curved lips possessing an alluring quality.

"You think I'd like that kind of woman?" Zhuo Mingchen scoffed.

"People who don't know you'd think you don't need women." Lingdang's eyes were seductive; few had seen Zhuo
Mingchen in bed, even during sex, his face remained cold and aloof.

"They won't think that way, because I have someone more alluring by my side," Zhuo Mingchen said,
tightening his grip and pulling Lingdang closer. "Those men's eyes are all set on devouring you. If they've tasted you
, they'll go crazy."

"I'm your date now, no one dares to eat me," Lingdang deliberately emphasized the word "date," her
tone mocking. Her adopted daughter had become her date in the blink of an eye.

Zhuo Mingchen pinched Lingdang's chin with two fingers, staring intently at her. "Yes, I've changed my mind. From today onwards,
you're my woman."

...

Lingdang went into the restroom. She loathed the hypocritical formalities at the banquet; everyone seemed to wear
a mask, their smiles concealing calculations and the ugly truth of human desires.

"From today onwards, you are my woman." Zhuo Mingchen's words still echoed in her ears. Lingdang smiled at the mirror by
the sink She hadn't expected Zhuo Mingchen to be so direct. Although it
had nothing to do with a confession, it at least proved his strong possessiveness towards her. She had thought she would have to bear the title of "adopted daughter"
until Zhuo Mingchen grew tired of her.

The bathroom door opened, and Lingdang caught a glimpse of Zhang Facai entering. Her eyes
narrowed , and she sneered inwardly. She didn't need to guess what he wanted to do.

Was someone really so bold? Daring to provoke her right under Zhuo Mingchen's nose

? Zhang Facai locked the door as soon as he entered. After looking around and confirming that only he and Lingdang were in the bathroom,
he quickly put on a smile that disgusted Lingdang.

Lingdang looked away, took out her lipstick to touch up her makeup, and pretended not to see anyone come in.

"Do you know who I am?" Zhang Facai grinned wickedly as he walked behind Lingdang, placing his hand on her rounded buttocks and
gently sliding it.

Lingdang felt nauseous, but didn't move. She had a bad feeling, though she didn't know the man's
intention in asking her that question.

"You've become even more beautiful in the past two months, Lingdang." Zhang Facai's hand slid down, touching Lingdang's
thigh . Feeling Lingdang's body tremble, his smile widened.

As Zhuo Mingchen led her away, he suddenly remembered that this woman
looked exactly like the most popular prostitute on Peach Blossom Street. He hadn't been sure then, but now, seeing her reaction, he was certain of his guess.

Lingdang.

Besides Zhuo Mingchen and Zhuo Lingdang, only the men she had met on Peach Blossom Street knew her name
. However, she had absolutely no recollection of this slightly overweight man. With so many men
having bought from her, it was truly difficult for her to remember them all.

"Sir, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?" Lingdang smiled faintly.

Zhang Facai's hand moved up Lingdang's leg, slipping under her skirt and gently caressing her buttocks. "Lingdang,
there's no need to deny it. Such a beautiful body, even if I turn to ashes, I won't forget it."

Zhang Facai often went to Peach Blossom Street for illicit affairs. When he first saw Lingdang, she was already quite famous in the street,
with countless men specifically requesting her. He offered a lot of money but couldn't get his hands on her, only seeing her being taken away by another man
.

"Oh? You're coming in so openly, aren't you afraid of being discovered by Zhuo Mingchen?" Lingdang glanced at the door, as if someone might try to enter
at any moment .

"Hmph, you don't need to use Zhuo Mingchen to intimidate me. Although I don't know how he brought you out,
I've heard that he's never had a woman around him. Maybe he's impotent. Can he really satisfy your body, which is
used men?" Zhang Facai's face was filled with lust. The body before him was too beautiful; he really wanted
to enter her body immediately.

"Incompetent?" Lingdang almost laughed, wondering how Zhuo Mingchen would react to that.

"You don't want everyone to know about this, do you? If you obediently let me do it once, I'll help you keep
this secret." Zhang Facai's hand had already reached between Lingdang's legs; touching that forbidden area through her panties was enough to make
him almost ejaculate.

Men can play too

? "Ah! I can't hold back anymore, quickly take off your pants!" Seeing Lingdang's lack of reaction, Zhang Facai assumed
she had given in. He unzipped his pants with one hand, rubbing his thick, erect member, while trying to pull down Lingdang
's panties with the other, but Lingdang dodged him.

Lingdang coldly watched Zhang Facai's eager expression.
Did he think she was still a prostitute in Peach Blossom Street who only knew how to please men

? A man driven by lust has such a simple mind.

Whether from desire or anger, Zhang Facai's face flushed red as he glared at her. "Aren't you afraid I'll
expose your shameful past? Your reputation will be ruined, and even Zhuo Mingchen will be implicated. Do you think he
'll let you off the hook then?"

"What happens to Zhuo Mingchen is none of my business. Besides, you seem to have forgotten something. If you tell everyone, it
proves you frequent places like the Old Street. What do you think people will think of you?" Lingdang put her lipstick back in her bag, not wanting
to see Zhang Facai's disgusting behavior anymore.

"You…" Zhang Facai then realized that Lingdang wasn't the obedient woman he had imagined, but he
couldn't back down now. His burgeoning desire made him unbearably hot, and he struggled, saying, "If Zhuo Mingchen can
go to the Old Street, why can't I?"

Lingdang moved closer to Zhang Facai, softly placing a hand on his shoulder. "This world isn't as
fair as you think. If your identities were switched with Zhuo Mingchen's, you could do many things you can't do now, and no
one dare say anything."

Zhang Facai couldn't refute it; it was indeed the truth. Suddenly, he felt something cold press against his
burning heat.

"Your little darling seems quite uncomfortable. Why don't I just cut it off?" Lingdang's red lips seductively
approached Zhang Facai's ear, while what was in his hand almost made him go limp.

It was a sharp fruit knife, pressed tightly against Zhang Facai's engorged member.

Although the knife was small, cutting off vital organs was still a simple matter.

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