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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 · Ciudad
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Give me your hand.

Afternoon.

Xu Jingxi took her out to listen to a small zither piece, this time not a teahouse, but a three-story river cruise ship far from the city, highly secretive.

Without the domineering gesture of booking the whole venue, they sat in a corner, side by side with tourists from all over, scattered in groups of threes and fives, strangers to one another.

The noble son ordered a lion incense burner of Magnolia agarwood, comfortably leaning back in his seat, supporting his head to sleep, without the hustle and bustle of loud patrons around; a signboard at the door read: 'Rule number one for civility, no loud noises.'

She suspected he was too lonely, fond of anonymous cities where no one recognized him, taking a seat wherever he pleased.

Leh Ying ate grapes, listening to the ancient zither, and brought up the matter of the little dog, "It didn't make it."

Xu Jingxi watched coldly from the sidelines.