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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 · Urbano
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I want her to come and beg me 4.

The dim light cast a dark red sheen on the bloodstain on the ground.

The air was filled with a foul, fishy smell, and she didn't dare to imagine what identity Schreyer had to brazenly hurt someone in front of the American side.

Or perhaps, in America, Schreyer's identity indeed afforded him that power.

The young girl's slightly thin white dress was soaking wet, and her trembling hands clenched the hem, unsure whether to move forward or back, a single glance from the man enough to root her to the spot, immobile.

She was going to be scolded, wasn't she?

The deep night was cold, and the street seemed deserted, no cars, no people passing through.

With an empty feeling, the man's strong stature stood unmovin,g making her feel as if it were the dead city at the end of the world.

She should have thought carefully about what to do next, but her heart pounded fiercely, and she had no idea which step to take first, how to greet him, how to say thank you.