C8 Find someone to put out the fire

He walked in quietly and hugged her from behind, startling the beauty.

Ah!" Su Rui turned around and saw him. She coquettishly said, "You're so bad. You sneaked in and gave me a fright.

"Do you like it?" Ling Chen's suit had long since been soaked by the spray, and the strong muscles of his chest could be seen under his half-naked shirt.

"I just like you bad." The woman's voice was so soft that it could squeeze water out of it as she smiled coquettishly.

After the intense entanglement, the woman leaned against the man's strong arms, her face flushed and full.

Su Rui was two years older than Ling Chen. The reason why Ling Chen could not lose his favor was not only because of her ability to seduce women, but also because of her ability to know when to advance and when to retreat. For example —

"Chen, you still like that girl you sent over last night?" She asked very naturally, but she did not know that the person she had painstakingly taught had long since changed.

Ling Chen's hand that was stroking her long hair paused slightly, then said lightly: "At this moment, I don't want to mention anyone else."

A faint smile appeared on Su Rui's beautiful face as she drew circles on his chest with her fingertips. "Alright, I know I was wrong. Please punish me, Young Master."

Ling Chen's breath tightened, he grabbed her hands and whispered: "How do you want to punish you?"

Su Rui looked down and said coquettishly, "Then punish me …"

"Ugh …" Before he could finish his words, the man had already pounced forward uncontrollably.

The night was cold outside the window, and there was a room filled with a charming atmosphere.

In the bedroom of Kingone's villa.

The moment Ling Chen left, someone came in and carried Jian Fan out with a sheet.

She was put back into the cage, but this time it was different. The cage was locked, and only Ling Chen had the key.

The iron cage was moved to the storage room. Even though it was daytime and the door was tightly shut, the inside was still pitch black. One couldn't see one's own fingers in front of the door.

A nurse came in and treated her wounds. She fed her nutrient solution, but Jane didn't resist. From the looks of it, he wouldn't give it to her. If she wanted to kill him, she had to live.

The late autumn night was especially cold. Jian Fan, wrapped in a sheet, sat on the ground, shivering from the cold.

It had been two days since the last drop of water had dripped onto her. Her pale lips were cracked and dry, and her pale face had turned blue and purple.

Jane Fan, you will definitely be able to hold on! She cheered herself on.

She thought back to when she had first joined the organization. She was only eight years old. She and a group of children were locked up in a secluded room for two days and one night without food or drink. Then the coach came with food, and anyone who wanted to eat had to beat the other children into the top three. To this day, she still remembered the vicious and cold-blooded eyes of those children that they used to look at her with in order to survive.

She had failed. She had been beaten to a miserable state. Hungry and thirsty, she felt a deep sense of despair.

The coach had saved her and told her: If you don't go to hell, you don't know heaven. Those who could survive were either the strongest or the ones who could endure the most.

She knew that she wasn't the most outstanding in every aspect, so she did what she had to endure the most. She endured until the end before she became a member of MI9. But now …

Heh! The corners of Jane Fan's lips curled up and his eyes filled with bitterness. Her heart was in extreme discomfort. She wondered how Yama Minamiya was doing now, whether he had been implicated by her.

His head became heavier and heavier, his entire body felt like it had collapsed, and he could not muster up any strength. His eyelids gradually lowered until he couldn't lift them at all.

"Dong Dong Dong"

Jane Fan frowned. Who was knocking on the door? She was too tired to get up.

"Dong Dong Dong"

The knocking continued, as if it had no intention of stopping.

Jian Fan had no choice but to open his heavy eyelids. Everything in front of him brought his memories back to reality. This was not her bedroom. This was the hell of the Lord of Ling Chen.

"You're awake?"

Jian Fan followed the sound, and through the light coming from the gap in the door, he could clearly see the graceful man squatting in front of her.

Jian Fan opened his mouth as if he wanted to reply, but his throat felt like it was on fire. He was unable to utter a single word.

"You've been unconscious for two days and two nights. Drink some water." Shi Qian took out a bottle of mineral water.

Jian Fan rushed over like a hungry wolf and snatched away the water in his hand. He then took a gulp with a trembling mouth.

She drank for a long time until the bottle ran out.

"Thank you." He squeezed out a single word from his throat and no longer showed any other expression.

He was afraid that Ling Chen would torture her even more crazily if he found out.

"Why did you kill Chen?"