"What's wrong with you?" Ling Moyuan was driving when he noticed Mo Jing standing by the taxi, seemingly possessed, unresponsive to any attempts to push or call her. He didn't know why, but he got out of the car and walked towards her. Just as he reached her, he saw her being pushed to the ground.

Mo Jing looked up at the person in front of her with misty eyes, her eyes brimming with tears that were about to spill over. The person in front of her was blurry, and her mind was blank. She couldn't understand what was happening. She subconsciously asked, "Why did you do this to me? I love you so much and trust you so much, how could you do this to me?"

Two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto Ling Moyuan's hand; they were scalding hot.

Mo Jing's eyes were filled with a variety of emotions: sadness, pain, grief, and even despair.

He didn't know what had happened to Mo Jing. From their two previous meetings, Mo Jing had given him the impression of being strong, independent, and calm. What could possibly make such a strong girl reveal such despair? Ling Moyuan frowned, a nameless unease rising within him.

——Divider——

Moonlight bathed the earth.

Inside the hotel room, a crystal chandelier illuminated the room and the couple entwined on the bed, while the curtains by the window swayed gently in the breeze.

Moans and growls echoed throughout the room, the air thick with the scent of lovemaking.

After a passionate encounter, the man, panting contentedly, held the woman beside him and said, "You little vixen, you almost drained me dry." One hand was still kneading her breast.

"It's all because you're so amazing." The woman nestled in the man's arms, her face flushed from the exercise, and said coquettishly, "It's a pity that you're getting married the day after tomorrow, Mr. Han. You'll have a beautiful bride at home, so you definitely won't remember me anymore."

The man lifted the woman's chin and said with a wicked smile, "What, afraid I'll forget you?"

The two people in the room were none other than Han Wenlei and Yi Linlin, a saleswoman at the wedding dress shop.

Yi Linlin lowered her head slightly, looking rather sad. "I am of humble status and dare not ask for anything. I would be content if you could occasionally remember me during your busy schedule, Mr. Han."

Perhaps it was because of the afterglow of lovemaking that her voice carried a hint of seductive allure, making Han Wenlei's heart itch, as if someone had brushed his heart with a soft brush. His recently subsided arrogance returned, and he stood tall and proud, asserting his stance.

Han Wenlei placed one hand on the woman's breast and slowly moved the other towards her buttocks, seductively kneading them. His eyes, filled with lustful wickedness, said, "Don't worry, how could I bear to part with you? You'll get plenty of benefits following me." With that, he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him once more, pressing his erection against her vulva, and lowered his head to kiss her large breasts fiercely.

Yi Linlin's seductive moans stimulated Han Wenlei's senses. "Mmm... Mr. Han, no..."

Han Wenlei laughed heartily with satisfaction, and said with a smile, "Do you want it or not?" Without waiting for her answer, he thrust his hips forward, and amidst Yi Linlin's moans and the man's low growls, another round of battle began.

However, no one noticed that on a mural in this room, the eyes of a person occasionally flashed with a faint red light, so faint that they were not easily detected.

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