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Chapter XIX: Inbreathable insults

It's over, it's all over, we'll definitely be discovered.

The smile on Cheng Haotian's face deepened. He began to look forward to the moment when the man pushed the door open.

However, nothing happened.

Obviously, Lin Nuofan had left from the first floor.

In a split-second, Cheng Haotian's expression revealed a hint of anger, "You win, hehe." He smiled as he looked at the woman, who was already soaked to the skin and had started to violently convulse. Her body was flushed red, a clear sign that she had just reached a climax … He finally got her to give in, but he was a step too late. Was this heaven's love for her?

Mu Zixi's consciousness was almost indistinct. When she heard these words, the corner of her mouth raised into a smile. She had won, she had really won …

Her face was white to the point of being transparent, and her hair was drenched in sweat. She spoke of her desperate state after being oppressed by someone. Her face was one of despair, but it was filled with a smile that came from her heart. However, everything was not for him, but for another man.

Cheng Haotian squinted his eyes dangerously. He had never had the urge to strangle a woman before, but he didn't. Instead, he went even crazier.

He wanted her, not just her body, wanted her to give in, to give in, to let her know that he was the only man who could touch her.

The sunlight was still bright and torturous, but it still continued on endlessly … Until the sun goes down …

The empty and dilapidated house, the old windows, the door, and the entire floor of the room were all abandoned by those families from before. And it was in this environment that he made love to her for three hours in a row. Her weak body had fainted several times, as if she was in a dream. Finally, the torture was over.

She laid powerlessly on the ground. On his windbreaker, she was like an angel that had fallen into the human world. She was not wearing any clothes, but she was still spotlessly clean.

Her wet hair stuck closely to her delicate face that was thin to the point that it was almost as if it had been cut by a knife. Her eyes were blurry, reflecting the setting sun that was shining through the window in the dark, so beautiful that it was almost suffocating.

Cheng Haotian stared at her body and a trace of desire appeared in his eyes. However, he was suppressed by Cheng Haotian.

He had never made love to a woman so madly before, and this was the first time he had made love to her for hours in a row in a place that was not a five-star hotel or presidential suite. Even he himself could not believe that he would actually use a windbreaker worth several million dollars as her bed in this dilapidated, empty house that was facing demolition. Was he mad?

As if he had put on his white shirt and pants, he stood neatly by her side.

Mu Zixi looked at the man who had bullied her every time. A man who could stand there every time with a straight face. She couldn't help but mock in her heart.

It was over. This time, it was finally over. Her pride had already been completely destroyed by this man, but she didn't need to live like this anymore.

Thinking this, she tried her best to support her body and pick up the t-shirt that had already been torn to shreds.

"You must be wearing that windbreaker." Seeing her sorry state, his voice was as cold as ever, without the slightest trace of warmth.

Mu Zixi acted as if she didn't hear anything. She picked up the T-shirt and put it on. She endured the aching pain in her limbs and put on her jeans. In any case, there was no one in this district and her home was upstairs. No one would see it. Even if it was a bit awkward, she wouldn't ask for his charity anymore.

Staring at Mu Zixi's empty eyes that were filled with despair, a trace of maliciousness flashed across Cheng Haotian's eyes.

Wearing clothes that she could barely wear, she passed by him without even looking at him, as if she no longer knew him. Her legs went limp with every step, but she didn't want to be in the same space with him for even a minute.

Cheng Haotian acted as if he didn't care and didn't even turn around. He took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it up with a lowered head, until he heard her open the old security door.

He spat out the cigar that he had inhaled and spat out a name with a cruel smile on his face, "Mu Lingfeng, late stage lung cancer, 305 rooms of Qi Chuan Hospital, daily chemotherapy cost 4080..."