Chapter 867
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Far away, in a holiday villa in Sanya. 13579246810ggaax
The floor of the room was a mess.
Her underwear had been tossed on the floor, and her clothes were strewn everywhere.
At that very moment, the bed was making squeaking noises. She was writhing under the blanket on the bed.
Song Yuanxi stared at the muscular man on top of her with a pair of blurry eyes. Even though it was Qiao Lian, she hadn't realized that she wanted to hate him.
Until … Qiao Lian said those words. Song Yuanxi froze.
Her line of sight seemed to have suddenly found its focus.
She got up and was about to pick up her cell phone. But at that moment, she felt an intense force that made her feel as though her body was being torn in half.
Immediately, her chin was forcefully pinched as the man's enlarged face inched closer. When he was close enough to Song Yuanxi, he sneered, "Song Yuanxi, do you know what kind of woman I hate the most?"
Song Yuanxi was stunned.
"You think of someone else when you're making love to me. Is it because I haven't tried hard enough? "
Song Yuanxi's pupils shrank as soon as he said this. Indeed, the next moment, a torrential wave of lust swept over her.
Song Yuanxi clenched her fists tightly and bit her lip.
She muttered the number in her heart. Finally, when the man was done, she came back to her senses.
The air was filled with a sensual atmosphere.
Finally, the man moved away from her.
Only then did Song Yuanxi gasp for air.
She sat on the bed and looked at the marks on her body. She felt like laughing and crying at the same time.
After a moment, everything turned into a sigh.
After a while, the sound of running water came to a stop. The man walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Song Yuanxi with a piercing gaze. "Ms. Song, you're not a qualified underwear."
Song Yuanxi clenched her fists tightly when she heard this.
"However, your taste is indeed not bad."
The man's words made her feel a sense of shame all over her body.
Piece by piece, he put on his clothes. After a while, he was fully dressed.
No one could tell that he had been naked just a moment ago.
After the man was done, he walked out. "I'm going out for a meeting. You stay here and play. I'll take you out for dinner tonight."
It was only when the man's silhouette disappeared from the room that Song Yuanxi felt as if she had been reborn. She took a deep breath.
After a while, she calmed herself down. Without even taking a shower, she picked up her cell phone and dialed Qiao Lian's number.
The call was quickly answered.
Qiao Lian sounded embarrassed. "Just now —"
Song Yuanxi's expression turned cold. After all that she had been through, her originally timid demeanor had turned into one of stubbornness.
She said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
"I want to ask, how did Soul Fighter die eight years ago?"
Song Yuanxi paused for a moment before saying, "I promised Brother Liangchuan that I wouldn't tell you the truth."
She took a deep breath and said, "I think there must be some misunderstanding between us. I didn't meet your brother at that time, so I couldn't have harmed him. You —"
"Heh." Song Yuanxi laughed sarcastically. "Is there anything else? If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. "
Qiao Lian panicked when she heard this.
She shouted into the cell phone, "Shen Liangchuan has severe insomnia! Because he feels guilty about what happened to your brother! "
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