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Wild Conquest

"Prince of Eden Vs. Sly and Charming Deviant" Yvonne Finley, a new artist in the art industry, unexpectedly confesses her love online. She tagged a microblog user without any personal profile with a high-profile love declaration: "Can I kiss you?" An unexpected winner artist who has recently won a world-class gold award in the art industry. Aside from her exceptional talent, her extraordinary beauty has won the hearts of countless fans. But she rose to the top of the hot search with a startling statement. Countless fans’ dreams shattered late into the night. * In Yvonne Finley's eyes, the main character of this topic, Oscar Baker, is dishonest, hard to hook, tough, enchanting and makes her crazy. Other people's younger brothers are either puppies or wolves. But him - a mad person. Always with the laziest, crap and rebellious tone, saying the most overdue and provocative things to enrage people. -- Sis, you surely know how to take advantage. -- Sis, are you this crazy for me? -- Sis, can I charge an hourly rate for a kiss? Yvonne Finley, run out of patience, let this annoying mad person yelp at whoever it wants. She won't be waiting for him anymore. Later on. When she was imprisoned, the man who used to be lazy and rebellious was now taking the stand in court, clearing all the obstacles for her. He arrogantly came to the defendant's bench, pinched her neck across the table like a lover, and laughed in a languid and reckless manner, "Sis, how come you look... so great in this rundown state." The whole court was dumbfounded. Yvonne Finley: …Is it just me or is he really crazy? All the audacity at this time? The truth proved that he was indeed a maverick rebel. He was unmatched, right and left, and was only willing to break worldly rules for her and become her disciple. "Two bosses, non-virtuous male and female, the male lead initially pretends"

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Chapter 262: You Pull, I Tug

After all, she had just woken up, her brain still in a state of not being fully booted up.

The first thing she saw when she opened her phone was such a blood-curdling, ear-reddening "selfie".

Yvonne Finley nearly threw the phone in her hand out.

It instantly became like a hot potato.

As if.

Even through the phone, one could feel that texture and heat.

Hard, wild, defying everything.

She instantly sat up from the bed, absentmindedly ruffling the soft yet somewhat matted curls. The expression on her face was lively and vivid.

Caleb Baker—!

How dare he!

And moreover, he was semi-conscious, showcasing his pomp and circumstance.

What was she playing at?

Yesterday, she was merely helping him deal with something, and now her shoulders were still sore.

Not caring about anything else, she quickly typed a line of text and sent it out.

"How could you not wear any…shorts under your sports pants???"

Perhaps he timed it right when she was supposed to wake up.