Chapter 429: Is He Sweeter or the Wine Sweeter?

eep breath. The pain in her ankle was getting worse. She carefully took a few steps back, nodded her thanks, and watched his car drive away."Uh..."Luo Yirou couldn't help but squat down, wincing in pa...In the cold night, Leng Yechen carried Tong Yimo back to the bedside and gently placed her on his lap. The air was filled with the fragrance of roses, and the scent of hormones was becoming increasingly intense.

"Is my kiss sweet, or is the wine we shared sweeter" he murmured seductively in her ear, his large hand cupping her cheek, his fingertip gently caressing her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

In the cold night, Chen quietly caressed Tong Yimo's long hair that cascaded down her waist like a waterfall. Her hair made her neck and skin look even whiter.

Tong Yimo lowered her head, not daring to meet Leng Yechen's eyes. She pursed her lips and replied, "They are all sweet." And they were almost sweet enough to melt her heart.

Before this, she had never thought that she would marry her eldest brother.

Her dignified cheongsam wedding dress burned like fire on her cheeks and ears.

Late into the night, Leng Ye sank his hands onto Tong Yimo's cheeks, gently pressing his forehead against hers.

"Yǐmò, you are heaven, the best gift given to me." He said softly.

"From now on, big brother, never leave me."

"I will always protect you." His fingertips grazed her warm cheek, promising solemnly.

Tong Yimo always felt that Leng Yechen's words had another meaning.

Just this meaning, let her ponder not out.

His hand slid slowly from her cheek to the front of her garment, then methodically unfastened each phoenix button on the top one by one.

The fiery red cheongsam slipped from her shoulders to her elbows, her skin like snow, soft and fragrant.

She was wearing a large red, triangular

mandarin jacket inside. Her bosom was half exposed, her neck, collarbone, and fragrant shoulders, every inch of skin was as smooth as condensed fat, making him drool, making him restless and agitated.

Tong Yimo tugged at her hair, hands clutching the bottom of her chemise, her fragrant shoulders slightly drawn in. Her fingers twisted and untwisted aimlessly around themselves.

"Yi Mo, tonight, you can't escape." He leaned in front of her, his words falling like a command as he domineeringly captured her lips in a kiss. Yet, it was an incredibly gentle caress.

This soft kiss held a hint of warmth and moisture, sending shivers down Tong Yimo's spine.

She widened her eyes and then slowly lowered her eyelashes, awkwardly and greenly returning his tenderness with a kiss. Her lips parted slightly, and she softly replied, "Then I won't run away..."

Yes, she wasn't running away anymore…

Since you've made up your mind, you shouldn't back down.

Just then, she suddenly felt a little dizzy, as if she were about to fall asleep.

As the night grew cold, Chen Xi's joy blossomed. His long arms pulled her into his embrace, and once again, he captured her crimson lips in a kiss. His hand moved to her smooth back, gently untying the red cord of her bodice.

Suddenly, the world went dark...

Tong Yimo felt her body swaying like a boat on rough waters, soft and powerless, unsure of where she was.

She slowly opened her eyelids, and the first thing she saw was a ceiling of pale beige. The sound of tires rubbing against the pavement still echoed in her ears.

Car!

Tong Yimo suddenly sat up, her eyes widening.

How could she be in the car

The ivory-colored floor of the carriage was covered with an expensive Persian carpet. On one side was a row of comfortable apricot-colored leather sofas, and on the other side was a row of high-end wine cabinets. On the bulkhead in front of the driver's seat, there was a LCD screen hanging, and a bunch of fresh roses hung below it.

This is a long, luxurious limousine.

Tong Yimo didn't understand why she suddenly found herself in this car

She turned around, leaning against the back of the sofa, gazing out the window. Sunlight streamed through the lush trees, and blue skies with white clouds danced behind their trunks.

This is a road up the mountain!

When she came to, Tong Yimo instinctively lowered her head to look at herself. She was no longer wearing the wedding dress, but instead a light purple dress that someone had changed for her.

Besides that, she had nothing else.

The time on the wall clock informed her that it was morning of the second day.

She had no memory of what happened after she and her elder brother drank a toast last night.

What on earth is going on

On the rooftop of the ancient castle, a man exuding a palpable aura of killing intent stood on an open-air balcony. He held a telescope in his hand, fixated on a long black limousine as if tracking his prey. His gaze followed the vehicle relentlessly.

"Are you sure she is Leng Yechen's woman" he questioned coldly.

A man in a suit standing beside him bowed his head slightly and replied with utmost respect: "I'm certain that my men personally brought it back from the Cold Family estate."

"Excellent!" A wicked smile curved the man's lips, and instantly, the air around him grew even colder. "Since that's the case, I claim this woman!" He declared with finality, "Take her to my bedroom."

"Yes!" The man in black received the order and immediately turned to leave, his efficiency was top-notch.

"Hmph!" The man's smile vanished, his face contorting into a sinister sneer as he whispered, "Leng Yechen, the Adventurer's Game has begun again, this time it's your woman's turn! You're nothing but a pawn to me!"

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