Chapter 1121 - I Will Never Touch Your Lips
He wanted to buy one night of her time with money.
Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes, looking at him calmly. “Silver Mask King, you may not fully understand my market price. If you want to buy a night of my time, convert this box of cash into a box filled with checks before coming to me.”
Xuan Ying narrowed those inky eyes, pinching her jaw with more force.
Feng Lingxue could feel her jaw almost being crushed by him, but she remained composed, exuding a charismatic look with her eyes. “We can try out many different things in a night, it’s a different price if you choose not to use condoms. In your case, you’re definitely going to use SM on me, a box full of checks is probably not even enough.”
Right after she said that, the man pulled her arm, forcing her to sit on his muscular lap.
“Feng Lingxue, I know that you’re promiscuous, but I hadn’t expected you to be so slutty. How many men have you slept with, do you remember, or have you lost count?”
Feng Lingxue looked in his eyes, “Silver Mask King, are you really talking to a prostitute about this? I’m slutty and filthy, I’ll probably dirty your clothes if I sit on your lap. Just let me kneel on the ground.”
It was then that Brother Ying had given her a piece of candy. She placed the candy in her mouth, it was so sweet.
It was her first time tasting sweetness in life.
Feng Lingxue fluttered her lashes, tears trickling down her cheeks.
She moved her lips and relented. “I’m afraid… I concede…”
After she backed down, he let go of her long hair, lifting her up.
She sat on his lap again.
Xuan Ying looked at her. Her hair was messy, a few strands entangled around her neck. He was too heavy handed just now, her face had become red just like a freshly bloomed rose that had been ravaged and beaten in a storm.
Lifting his hand to caress her face, her skin was as smooth as silk. He was obsessed with that feeling. “Now you’re being good.”
After speaking, he buried his face into her…
All color drained from Feng Lingxue’s face, it was pale as a sheet of paper. It was such an intimate action that only couples in love would engage in, but she hadn’t felt a single bit of warmth from it.
Xuan Ying lifted his head, kissing her face. He had exerted so much force just now when he pressed her face against the ground. He drew his brows together as he kissed her. “Are you dead? I’m not expecting you to moan sensually, but you don’t even have any reaction at all. Are you trying to make me unhappy?”
Feng Lingxue dodged. He could kiss any other part of her, except her face that had just been pressed against the ground by him.
“I don’t know what I should say, what I should do. Silver Mask King, you can teach me.”
Xuan Ying’s eyes turned bloodshot. He loved it when she listened to him and behaved obediently, but now he felt that she was too robotic. It irritated him.
Slumping on the seat, he grabbed her slim waist. Her performance in the lobby earlier suddenly flashed past his mind. Three years had passed and she had become even more charming. Pulling her into his arms, he ordered, “Serve me like how you usually serve other men.”
“Ah.”
Feng Lingxue hugged his neck, bringing her lips closer to kiss him.
Xuan Ying could smell that alluring scent coming from her, her lips slowly approaching him.
She was about to kiss him.
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
But the next moment, Feng Lingxue suddenly paused. “I’m sorry, I forgot that you were disgusted by how filthy I am. Silver Mask King, don’t worry, I’ll never touch your lips, never.”
After saying that, her hands moved downwards to his belt, unbuckling it…