Jing Li died and transmigrated into an entertainment industry group pet novel, becoming the vicious supporting female character whose position was usurped by the fake rich daughter.
The wealt...
"The Road to the Underworld".
With a slight smile, Jing Li uttered the name of the perfume.
"What……"
Luo Yichen, whose expression was dazed, did not hear what she said.
"The name of the perfume... is Path to the Underworld. In life, we had no contact, each with our own path, whether it was the sunny road or the narrow bridge. In death, I don't want you on the path to the underworld either! It's a very meaningful perfume, isn't it?"
The woman's flat voice, like a ghost in the night, possessed a bewitching power.
One sentence made Luo Yichen even more dazed.
If... if the person in question were her... perhaps... that kind of thing wouldn't be so bad!
"help me!"
Suddenly grabbing Jing Li's hand, Luo Yichen's eyes gradually deepened, and he softly uttered two words, which carried a hint of tenderness and a clear implication of his intentions.
That perfectly ascetic face seemed to be filtered through a soft lens, both alluring and coquettish.
"OK……"
Jing Li's smile gradually widened as the streetlights shone on her, casting a soft halo that spread outwards, creating ripples in the light.
Supporting the unsteady Luo Yichen, the two walked towards the lounge.
Not far away, Xue Xuran, who had come out to sober up after drinking too much, stared warily in the direction the two had left. He quickly took out his phone and dialed Fei Mo's number, "Brother, I saw your wife cheating on you!"
One sentence caused a huge uproar.
The moment the door to the lounge closed, Luo Yichen was about to pin the person against the doorframe and do whatever he wanted.
"Don't rush... there's still plenty of time... isn't there? Let's... go to the bathroom."
With a soft laugh, Jing Li slowly loosened his tie and gently pulled him toward the bathroom.
Luo Yichen secretly adjusted her breathing, her scarlet eyes brimming with an eager impulse. She liked... to do it in the bathroom?
Jing Li turned on the bathtub faucet, and icy water flowed out instantly. She pulled out his tie, gently twirled it in her hand, and licked her lips with a hint of wickedness. "Soon... I'll cool you down, darling... Mr. Luo!"
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"Brother...brother...over here, over here..."
Upon seeing Fei Mo approaching rapidly, Xue Xuran waved frantically, looking anxious.
Where is he/she?
With a dark expression, Fei Mo asked coldly.
"107, what's going on? Why did it take you so long to get here? People have been inside for ten minutes already..."
Xue Xuran was clearly even more anxious than him, muttering to himself as he led the people toward Jing Li and Luo Yichen's room.
With a feeling of unease trapped inside, unable and unwilling to release it, Fei Mo could only force himself to remain calm, taking deep breaths and tugging at his tie.
He lowered his eyes slightly, concealing his expression, but the surging ferocity still flowed out uncontrollably.
Damn woman, did he not satisfy her?
She even had the energy to help other men 'cool off'!
The thought of Jing Li's alluring figure as she slept with another man filled Fei Mo with murderous intent, a chill running down her spine, and her steps became increasingly sluggish.
Despite the cold weather, both of them were sweating profusely.
"This is it. Wait here, I'll call the waiter to open the door."
After hastily wiping away his sweat, Xue Xuran was about to go find a waiter for help.
Fei Mo suddenly kicked the door open, and with a loud 'bang,' the door was destroyed. This kick was filled with his boundless rage.
With his mouth agape in surprise, Xue Xuran silently gave him a thumbs up.
Fei Mo stepped into the dark lounge with a gloomy face. Warm light spilled out from the slightly open bathroom.
The sound of splashing water rang out, accompanied by the faint sounds of a woman's giggles and Luo Yichen's disordered breathing.