Is he like Chu Yilun, who uses his whiteness to support his blackness, or is he like most of the crazy gangsters, who feeds his blackness and eats his blackness?

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She knew that Chu Yilun had an excellent identity cover. On the surface, he was the only young master of Chu's jewelry store. In fact, he also had a distinguished identity that most people in the world could not guess.

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As for Yesi Luo, what is his true identity?

Now that I think about it, with his panicked actions and fearful and trembling tone last night, could it be that he was really worried about something unexpected happening to him, rather than fearing a head-on confrontation with Chu Yilun?

"Are the materials enough?" As soon as she opened her mouth, the sharp pain at the base of her tongue once again made her eyes dizzy, and the words she reluctantly spat out could not be heard clearly.

"Why did I save you?" Yesi Luo understood what he heard. He lowered his voice and leaned over with a smile. His teeth were as white as diamonds shining in the sun, and he returned to his previous carefree look.

"Of course it's because you successfully aroused my desire to conquer...Woman, I have to congratulate you for your hard-to-get trick on me - it was successful!"

Cheng Liuli glared angrily. He had never had the urge in his life to tear someone into pieces!

"Oh, by the way, you have heard what the doctor just said. If you want the base of your tongue to rupture and bleed again, you might as well keep talking, but I have to say something ugly before. This time, as long as you dare to bleed another drop of blood, I will be in this hospital.

On this hospital bed, I will finish what I did not finish last night..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Liuli straightened up, picked up a glass of water on the bedside table, raised his hand and poured it on the shamelessly handsome face.

Yesilo turned his head, and the glass of water was splashed to the ground, barely wiping his cheek. It was sucked up by the thick wool carpet with a hiss.

But she got up too quickly, and a wave of dizziness hit her. She sat on the bed and shook a few times, then fell back, but this time, she fell into Yesilo's broad arms.

"My dear, if you want me to hold you, just say so. I won't refuse you -" With the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms, Yesilo sighed ambiguously and contentedly.

The elbow struck hard, hitting Yesi Luo's weak spot.

With a firm blow, the man seemed to have no feeling at all. He easily fixed her wrists behind her back, leaned over, leaned into her ear and teased, "Baby, do you want to murder your husband?"

"Bah!" Cheng Liuli turned his head and spat at him.

The base of his tongue was injured and weak, and he couldn't spit out anything at all. It was just a stream of clear air that lifted Yesilo's black hair that fell on his forehead.

Yesilo took a deep breath and smiled brightly, "It smells so good... However, I hope you will remember not to make any more sounds from this little mouth... because in the future

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Cheng Liuli's chest heaved violently, and his eyes almost burst out of lava.

Yesilo's devilish gaze slid down from her face, staring greedily at her chest.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and reached towards her chest. Cheng Liuli's pupils shrank suddenly, and a scream almost escaped his throat, but his wrists were still fixed behind him and unable to move——
Chapter completed!