The difficulty level has increased by more than just one or two stars; it's a full five stars.
Ruan Jiao chuckled behind her, stepped onto the white handkerchief, and then followed Du Lan.
Duran said there are houses here, and that's true; they were specially prepared for He Heng.
Originally, she had nothing to do with the rest, but for some unknown reason, He Heng suddenly went crazy and refused to repay the money. Instead, he used another method to pay off the debt.
Unfortunately, the plans changed, and she had no choice but to engage in a battle of wits with Duran.
Shaking her head, Ruan Jiao stopped thinking about the past.
The bright moon was obscured by dark clouds, and amidst the turbulent changes, a single raindrop fell to the ground, followed by countless others.
Drop by drop, as the raindrops accumulated, they formed streams on the ground; beneath the white cloth lay white rainwater.
Afterwards, the water became clear and transparent, flowing into the ditch. The white cloth became murky, and no one knew that it had once been white.
When He Heng woke up again, he felt he was in a familiar place. In Li Hun's memory, he had spent the rest of his life in this small room.
Now, he's moved in ahead of schedule.
Before he could even congratulate himself, memories of last night flooded his mind. He remembered, He Heng remembered!
The white handkerchief was particularly striking last night; it was the first time Duran had been intimate with him, and he was so engrossed in it that he ignored the strange smell.
He Heng gradually became familiar with the fragrance emanating from Ruan Jiao, but as he thought about it, his face grew paler and paler.
He closed his eyes, unwilling to accept the truth, but there was nothing he could do; the truth was the truth.
He was unwilling to accept it, but someone came to make him face reality.
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