The form-fitting dress was slowly removed, revealing her fair and alluring body.

The girl nestled in his arms, her bright red lips slightly parted: "Cold."

The next second, a black men's suit jacket that reached up to her snowy buttocks was placed over her.

It conceals her fair and flawless back, leaving no trace of spring.

She was sitting facing him, and now she was practically clinging to him.

A proud, full chest

She pressed herself tightly against his chest.

Inseparable.

His large, calloused hands moved beneath her black suit, massaging her aching waist.

As he skillfully massaged her waist, the discomfort in her lower back instantly vanished as if it had sprouted wings.

Actually, after he applied the ointment, it didn't feel so sore anymore.

Just because it's three days and two nights,

It lasted a bit too long.

This forms muscle memory.

When he carried her and walked,

It will remind me of those absurd scenes.

Then the memory of the soreness in your lower back will naturally resurface.

Just then, even louder, more intimate music came from the next private room. Hua Qingyan's face, buried in Ye Minghan's collarbone, was as red as the sunset.

Her little hands instinctively covered her two small, fair ears, silently complaining to herself:

Are they treating this like their own home?

Completely disregarding the feelings of others?

If he wants to give his partner a "physical check-up," he should just go to a hotel!

Immediately afterward, she covered her ears and heard the voices of another couple in the next private room!

It turned out that four people were sharing a private room...

She silently muted her microphone, then curled up in Ye Minghan's arms.

Even his legs were spread apart and set into his lean waist.

The hoops were tightly fastened.

The talented young man beneath her was struggling in the abyss of lust.

It was a bittersweet torment that defied description.

The hand that was massaging her waist slowly shifted upwards.

Hua Qingyan felt something strange on her chest and immediately let go of her hands covering her ears to stop it.

She looked up at him, who was about to transform into a wolf, and whispered something on her red, tender lips:

"Hanhan, do you want others to hear my voice?"

Her voice was sweet and alluring, as if to say that if he didn't mind, she wasn't necessarily incompatible.

She exploited his strong possessiveness.

As expected, upon hearing this, Ye Minghan immediately bit her lip domineeringly and uttered two chilling words: "No."

Upon hearing this, her eyes were filled with a sly smile. She released his large hand from her chest, hooked her arms around his neck, and gently kissed his upper lip.

Then we can gradually delve deeper and explore further.

He can't go too far, but that doesn't mean she can't.

We can't let him take the lead every time!

She playfully hooked his tongue, wrapped it around his, and savored the minty aroma that belonged only to him.

Ye Minghan was being "suppressed".

The hand covering the snow-capped mountain

I dare not use force.

He was very aware of her physical sensitivity.

If he exerted even a little more effort,

She will definitely be unable to resist making a charming voice.

But how could she let anyone else hear her beautiful, soft, and melodious voice?

He could only endure it, holding her waist and letting her plant red roses all over him.

In this private room filled with slightly rapid, hot breaths, the girl, as beautiful as a fairy, was captivating him with her minty fragrance.

Under the fluorescent white light, his slightly upturned peach blossom eyes lost their coolness and seemed to contain a hazy, intoxicated feeling.

As the two people's body temperatures soared, the sixth item up for auction, an ancient clock, was being auctioned in the center of the stage in the first-floor lobby.

Made of agarwood, standing upright, about two meters high and fifty centimeters wide.

The auctioneer explained that this was a clock with a story.

He has accompanied two leaders of the Huai Kingdom and the country.

The starting bid is 100 million.

Those present, upon hearing that it was a favorite of two national leaders, couldn't help but compete to bid.

If they knew that it had not only accompanied two leaders but also "killed" them one by one, they probably wouldn't even have time to escape.

They didn't know the secret, but Hua Qingyan, who was creating the flames, knew it perfectly well.

The first two leaders of Huai Kingdom were actually poisoned by the medicinal fragrance hidden in the "belly" of this ancient bell.

This ancient bell was made by a man from Huai Kingdom, who was a "favorite" who specialized in making antiques for high-ranking officials.

However, he was passionate about studying traditional Chinese medicine and often soaked wood in various poisonous solutions.

One day, he suddenly had a strange idea. In China, people say that you should never give a clock as a gift because it sounds like "attending a funeral" in Chinese, which is considered unlucky.

He decided to do the opposite and insisted on creating the most unique clock in the world to present to the national leaders.

In China, Buddha symbolizes peace and health.

He then carved a piece of ancient wood that had been soaked for eighty-one days into the shape of a little monk meditating on Buddha, and placed it inside the agarwood.

He didn't know that the ancient tree had become "poison".

If you only smell it once or twice, nothing will happen.

However, the two leaders, who were avid collectors of cultural relics, kept them in their studies and faced them day and night.

Their health deteriorated day by day, and even the doctors in their own country couldn't find the cause.

When the second leader also died mysteriously, the leaders of Huai Kingdom panicked and immediately launched a thorough investigation.

But no matter how I check, everything shows to be normal.

I assumed the fragrance emanating from the ancient bell was simply the scent of the wood itself, and didn't investigate further.

Later, they learned about the Chinese custom of not giving clocks as gifts, and suddenly understood.

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