Chapter 1120 - Buying a Night of Your Time
Feng Lingxue wrapped the fabric around her leg, her lithe figure leaping up with apparent ease and her red dress billowed out in mid-air so beautifully it was just like a blooming flower…
Oh god.
Everyone gasped.
Even Tang Mo’er’s pupils dilated when she saw her performance. Having learned dance since she was young, Tang Mo’er had spent 20 years accomplishing her pole dancing skills to reach her level.
In a million women, it was rare for one woman to know how to pole dance. But now, Feng Lingxue had replaced the pole with the fabric, performing an aerial dance in the air. Her body was flexible as she danced around…
This type of dance was breathtaking.
It was said that Feng Lingxue was the best dancer and no one else could match up to her. Even Tang Mo’er was amazed by her.
She really was a stunner.
Xuan Ying raised the corners of his lips, his inky eyes slightly bloodshot as he sounded calm and filled with apathy. “Why don’t I f*ck with you and ruin you first?”
“Silver Mask King… Argh!”
Xuan Ying’s hand moved, squeezing the perverted man’s groin until blood dripped down. Amongst his anguished screams, the perverted man finally could not take it anymore and fainted.
Xuan Ying turned around, his underling bringing him a wet wipe. Following the gruesome encounter, he cleaned his hand thoroughly, his entire countenance calm.
The air was filled with the heavy stench of blood.
…
On the rooftop.
Feng Lingxue sat alone on the rooftop, leaning back as she supported herself with her slender arms. Her red dress billowed out as the night breeze blew, revealing her long and fair legs.
Finally, it was quiet.
Her world was silent.
She shut her eyes, enjoying her time alone.
A voice came from below. “Miss Feng, Silver Mask King has invited you over.”
Someone was here for her.
That was fast.
Feng Lingxue opened her eyes, sitting up. “Got it.”
…
Feng Lingxue was brought to a luxury limousine, a gold symbol embossed on the front of the car—-X.
An underling opened the back door. “Miss Feng, please.”
Feng Lingxue lifted her leg, getting in the limousine. Xuan Ying sat at the back, slumping against the seat as he had a cigar between his fingers. The smoke blurred his handsome face, lifting his inky eyes, he gave her an impassive glance.
“Silver Mask King, why did you call me over? Were you so mesmerized by my performance earlier that you want me to give you a solo performance now? That’s actually fine, but we have to settle on the price first. It was free of charge just now but from now on, I’ll have to charge you for it.”
Xuan Ying stretched his arm out, grasping onto Feng Lingxue’s wrist and he yanked on it, hard. Feng Lingxue fell, kneeling beside him.
Having been pampered during her many years at Ah Jiao’s Room, she frowned when she went down on her knees. “Silver Mask King, you’re hurting me.”
Xuan Ying stretched out two fingers, picking up her jaw and he forced her to lift her head. She knelt while he sat down, that position just made it apparent he was the one in control. “Stop your tricks, do you still think that I’m that old Brother Ying who couldn’t even bear to kiss you once you said it hurt?”
With the mention of their past, Feng Lingxue didn’t say a word.
Xuan Ying opened a box beside him with the same hand he used to hold the cigar. “Look at this.”
Feng Lingxue looked beside him and froze. It was an entire box of cash.
Xuan Ying picked up one stack of the cash, slapping her cheek with it as he let out a cynical laugh. “Do you like it? It’s your favorite.”
Three years ago, she thought lowly of him because he was powerless.
Three years later, he was slapping her in the face with an obscene amount of cash.
Feng Lingxue’s skin was delicate, the area he slapped instantly turned red. “Silver Mask King, what would you like to buy?”
“Buy what? Obviously… your first time.”
Back then, he had only kissed her once.
Every time he laid his hands on her, she would always blush and refuse. In the past, he used to think it was all because she was shy, but now he knew the true reason behind it. It was only because she wanted to sell it for a good price.