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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 256: It's a Pity Not to Use the Needle

Before Yvonne Finley could even react, the light in front of her changed suddenly, from the twilight outside to the dimness inside the room. A gentle breeze stirred up, and she found herself sitting on the shoe cabinet by the door, her slender waist half-held by two hands, pressed against him.

A whirlwind came in airtight.

Yvonne Finley struggled to cope with his passionate reaction, as if she were a puppet doll that could change in a thousand ways in his hands. She had no self-control ability whatsoever. She wanted to speak, but his kisses were dense and wild, both of her hands were twisted back against the wall, and her eyes brimmed with a sheen of moistness.

"Swe-e-etheart..."

Caleb Baker breathed out hot air, his fingers teasing her spine with a touch of romance, his voice husky, "Are you hungry?"

Yvonne Finley got a chance to breathe, her chest heaving: "Not really..."

"That's good."