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Extreme Addiction

Leh Ying found herself acquainted with the higher echelons she should not aspire to, and when the profligate young master Liu Huaiying pursued her relentlessly, she had no escape. A fleeting glimpse of Young Master Xu, Xu Jingxi's appearance, had her heart fluttering, and her spirit moved; the Xu family was the center of power within Forty-Nine City, and only he could change the game. On a snowy night, by the door of the Mercedes Benz G Class, she tiptoed and gently cupped her palm to light a cigarette for Xu Jingxi. The man’s lips leisurely wrapped around the cigarette, and he leaned slightly towards her. His clear-cut face partially lowered into the backlight’s shadow, the flame at the tip of the cigarette flickered faintly between them. When he finally looked up, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and he asked in a rising inflection, “What do you want?” Leh Ying, “Only what you can give.” Others quickly realized, “That Xu Jingxi, born into high chambers, his flesh and bones saturated with a profound desire for power. For someone like him, even feelings are superfluous. What do you have to gamble your status with him?” Keeping her by his side was merely Xu Jingxi’s pastime for his loneliness. He was accustomed to acting out scenes, she never sought status, and turned to leave the capital to hold an art exhibition. Just as she packed and entered the elevator, Xu Jingxi stood tall in the center, his index finger slowly hooking the fine bone necklace at the front of her neck and gently pulling her back as she moved to step out. ** That Valentine's Day night, within the Third Ring, luxury hotels were fully booked, and some witnessed the entire BVG Hotel being reserved by Young Master Xu. What left the deepest impression on Leh Ying was the man half-kneeling on the bed, wearing a loosely tied bathrobe, biting on a pen cap, and picking up a Thin Gold Calligraphy Style brush to inscribe three characters along the edge of her collarbone—Xu Jingxi.

Shi Jingjing · Urban
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425 Chs

Special Gift (2)

The black bag stood at the edge of the table.

The atmosphere was stern and cold.

Leh Ying had seen this scene too many times, looking helplessly at the closed purple sandalwood doors.

What exactly was the gift?

Moving her gaze away, it fell on the man who sat by the chair, arms crossed, allowing the half-burnt cigarette in the ashtray before him to burn down to the end.

It felt less like he was giving a gift and more like he was being tied up and brought to a tribunal for judgment.

With a nervous heart neither sinking nor rising, Leh Ying picked up the teacup to drink, her hand shaking uncontrollably for a moment, nearly spilling the tea.

The man let out a cold snort and slowly took out a kraft paper bag from the black paper bag with his slender fingers that exuded superiority.

Unraveling it bit by bit, it was almost as if he were wrapping her heart into it.

He then pulled out a slightly thin paper flip-folder, leaned in, and placed it audaciously on the table.