Chapter 1208
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The bar manager brought Xuan Ying to a luxurious and secluded private room. Xuan Ying sat on the dark red sofa.
His dark, glassy eyes captured Feng Lingxue's figure. She was sitting on a rich man's lap and the rich man had his arm around her slender waist, looking like a couple.
There were many rich men around her, including Xuan Mu. Everyone was glaring at her.
Xuan Ying's eyes were dark and cold. When he gave her to Xuan Mu, he had already crippled him. Naturally, he knew that Xuan Mu couldn't touch her.
The entire South Palace was under his surveillance. Ah Zhou had reported that Xuan Mu hadn't touched her these days.
But he hadn't expected Xuan Mu to give her to his good friends the moment he got off the bed.
Xuan Mu and his friends liked to drink and play around with women. There was once when Xuan Mu hosted a party and a young model was forced to drink by them. She was almost killed by them.
In the end, this matter was suppressed by South Duke.
Xuan Ying narrowed his eyes. He wasn't surprised by Xuan Mu's actions. What he found strange was … she seemed to be quite used to it.
She didn't struggle at all when she was being taken advantage of.
She even buried her face in Young Master Zheng's arms.
Xuan Ying's handsome face was dark. She had betrayed him time and time again, toying with him. He had been forcing himself not to think about her these days. She had been beaten up and abused in the South Palace and he had been told every single detail. He felt that it was time for her to suffer!
Everything was under his control.
But he felt a little frustrated. He couldn't put his finger on it. It was as if … she had changed.
How had she changed?
He didn't know.
At this time, a hot dance sound rang out. A beautiful woman went up on the stage to do a pole dance.
Pole dancing had always been the most exciting part of the bar. The men below quickly stood up and started whistling.
"Master." Ah Zhou poured half a glass of red wine and handed it to Xuan Ying respectfully.
Xuan Ying leaned against the sofa indolently, crossing his long legs casually. He took a sip of red wine and glanced at the stage.
That beauty was young and beautiful. Her pole dance was very hot, and the audience was in high spirits.
His thin lips curled up into an indescribable sarcasm. You're done dancing just like that?
It could only mean that these people had never seen anything better.
The scene of Feng Lingxue's dance in the Capital flashed past Xuan Ying's mind. He had never forgotten it.
At this moment, they heard a commotion. "Does everyone want to see Ah Jiao's Room's Feng Lingxue pole dance?"
Xuan Ying's hand froze as he lifted his eyes to look at Feng Lingxue.
The few young masters were very excited. "Feng Lingxue, I heard that you're a stunning dancer. Quick, show us."
Xuan Mu sneered. "Why is she still dancing? Look at her face, it's already ruined. Don't go up on stage to scare people!"
Young Master Zheng looked at the word 'slave' on Feng Lingxue's face and shook his head regretfully.
Feng Lingxue knew that tonight was the best chance for her to escape. Out of all the young masters, Young Master Zheng was the most lecherous.
She could only start with Young Master Zheng. She had to charm him, then he would take her away from this place.
"Alright, I'll do it," Feng Lingxue said.
Young Master Zheng's eyes lit up. "Feng Lingxue, can you do it? The word 'slave' on your face is really ugly! "
"Young Master Zheng, please lend me something."
…
Xuan Ying heard a wave of applause and cheers. "Feng Lingxue! Feng Lingxue! Feng Lingxue! "
Feng Lingxue had already walked onto the stage. She had a white veil on her face.
The lights in the hall had already been switched off, leaving only a few round lamps on the stage. Feng Lingxue lifted her slender hands, undid her black trench coat and threw it off the stage.
"It's mine!"
"It's mine!"
A group of men were fighting over the coat.
Feng Lingxue was wearing a black chiffon top that perfectly covered the scars on her body, revealing her tiny waist. She was wearing a pair of black slim-fit pants that accentuated her long and slender legs. The moment she got on stage, everyone's breath caught in everyone's throat.
Feng Lingxue climbed onto the pole and started dancing.
Her flexible body was like a willow, it could be bent into all sorts of shapes. After being raised in Ah Jiao's Room for so many years, she had an air of softness that other women couldn't compare to.
The moment she danced, everyone held their breaths.
Feng Lingxue felt a scorching gaze on her. It came from the private room. Xuan Ying.
Xuan Ying was looking at her.
His gaze had been fixated on her ever since she got on stage.
Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes, looking in his direction.
Xuan Ying had been looking at Feng Lingxue the entire time. His gaze roamed over her body, it was deep and scorching.
He brought the glass of red wine to his lips, downing it in one gulp. His throat felt as though it was on fire.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he last touched a woman.
After giving her to Xuan Mu, there were many concubines in the Snow Mountain Residence, but he didn't have such intentions.
Moreover, those concubines were just for show.
Now that he saw her pole dancing on stage, he was enraged.
Was she seducing him again?
The corners of Xuan Ying's lips curved upwards, looking down on her. Seeing her look over, he looked at her lightly.
Of course, those young masters were nothing compared to him. She was a vain and fickle woman, so she would definitely choose him.
Xuan Ying's frustration was swept away by her seduction. He didn't know why she was being so pretentious.
He secretly thought that if she had begged him at the engagement party, perhaps … he wouldn't have allowed Xuan Mu to tattoo her face.
But now, wasn't she still seducing him, begging him, pleasing him and relying on him?
Xuan Ying looked at her with a sense of superiority, but in the next second, Feng Lingxue looked away. She looked at Young Master Zheng and smiled sweetly.
"F * ck!" Young Master Zheng cursed. This vixen, he was almost drooling. He couldn't wait to pin her down.
Xuan Ying was speechless when he saw this.
His handsome face suddenly darkened. He raised his hand and flung the wine glass in his hand, causing it to shatter.
She wasn't seducing him!
She was actually seducing that nameless Young Master Zheng!
How dare she?
How dare she?
Xuan Ying's chest heaved up and down, his black glassy eyes filled with bloodlust. Suddenly, he lifted his hand, pressing his head.
His head hurt.
It felt like it was going to split open.
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