Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

His behavior made her feel frightened.

Terrified.

"Call me Jin."

His voice was hoarse and extremely deep, and his broad body blocked almost all light.

The tips of his noses were touching hers, and they were about to kiss her almost immediately.

If there is, if there is not.

The breath he exhaled was very hot.

It all splashed on her face.

It made her face a little red.

Soft red, with a hint of beautiful crimson color.

She was blindfolded and could not clearly see his expression at the moment.

When he spoke, she was stunned for a moment.

"Do you have a Chinese name?

"Xiao Jin."

His fingers fell on the buttons of the cheongsam and he unbuttoned them one by one.

No rush at all.

A good hunter always gives his prey a chance to react.

She didn't resist when he kissed the corner of her lips.

As if remembering his name.

"I thought you didn't have a Chinese name."

She was still distracted and still talking to him seriously.

Not realizing the danger at all.

He seemed to be laughing, not angry.

Tuck her hair behind her ears and kiss her nose and cheeks.

Finally, slowly, he pressed his lips against hers.

Gradually take control.

Strong control.

"I still have a lot I need you to understand, good girl."

He spoke slowly in her ear.

There is always an inexplicable meaning between the lines.

"..." She shrank her fingers.

At this time, he was still elegant, but became more and more powerful.

The one who takes the initiative is also the one who holds the initiative.

She tilted her head, but couldn't avoid it.

"good."

He stroked her head, his voice extremely gentle.

It's so soft that it makes one's heart ache.

"..." He wanted to say something more, but he was no longer kind.

The hands once stained with bloody killings fell on the bright cheongsam.

Tear.

Then, enjoy.

Enjoy the beauty he got by accident.

Between movements, more and more...

violent.

"Well--"

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dungeon.

A dark, damp dungeon filled with rats and cockroaches.

Lin Liansheng was thrown directly into a large single room. He was dirty, covered in blood, and the mud and water on his body had not yet dried.

The group of people armed with submachine guns showed no mercy at all. After throwing him in, they closed the door.

The thickness of the special iron wall is nearly fifty or sixty meters, and the air is dull and oppressive.

He won, signed the contract, and was left here.

He suffered multiple fractures all over his body and was in unbearable pain.

He was barefoot and fell to the ground.

In the large single room, people sitting in rows looked at him indifferently.

Obviously, he is not the first person to be thrown here.

Those who can be here are the winners of the Colosseum every night.

This is where they will live until the race to succeed them officially begins.

Eat, drink, and have sex, all in a small space.

The stench was overwhelming and cockroaches were their companions.

The room was dark, with only a small lamp.

There is a toilet next to it and a shower room.

It’s just that so many people, so many days, have been sharing it.

The hygiene is already extremely bad.

Lin Liansheng staggered, covered in sewage and mud, and couldn't even stand up after being tossed one after another.

After working hard for a long time, I just sat there.

Panting heavily, he endured the severe pain radiating from every part of his body.

It hurts...everywhere.

Even the bones hurt.

He looked at the people around him.

They were all sitting with their knees crossed, without clothes, only a pair of underpants.

Like animals without dignity, all of them had dull expressions.