Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Gentle glanced at him, chuckled, "Why not? I still have a very good road ahead of me."

Dongfang Aoshi frowned.

Gentle glanced at everyone present, and smiled again, a creepy smile.

Everyone's scalp was numb from her laughter, and they backed away unconsciously.

Wenrou took this opportunity to grab the broken tiles.

The sharp tiles cut through the skin in an instant, and blood flowed down, which was shocking.

"What are you doing? You dare to threaten after doing something scandalous?" Wen Ziye turned pale.

Wenrou didn't speak, just smiled bitterly, and raised her hand high——

The most favorable side is aimed at your own throat.

The wrist was pinched severely.

Dongfang Aoshi's eyes were gloomy, his expression seemed to swallow her up, "Want to die? It's not that easy."

"Snapped--"

The hand was broken lightly, and the tiles mixed with blood were knocked off.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was safe now.

Wenrou was not angry that her movements were cut off, but raised her lips and smiled strangely.

The next second, she suddenly raised her other hand and wiped Dongfang Aoshi's throat——

The throat was cut, and blood spurted wildly.

Everyone was shocked, and before they had time to react, they were sprayed with blood all over their bodies!

"boom--"

Dongfang Aoshi leaned back and fell into a pool of blood.

Gentle stood there, smiling happily, with a ferocious expression.

Hahaha……

She killed Dongfang Aoshi!

She killed Dongfang Aoshi!

Kill that pervert!

Amid the laughter, the thick blood meandered down, and the whole world was dyed red and distorted.

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Wen Rou was shocked, opened her eyes suddenly and sat up.

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There was dead silence all around.

The cold and bright moon hangs high outside the window, shining coolly.

Panting gently and quickly, cold sweat covered the whole body.

Looking down at the palm of his hand, it was intact without any injuries.

For a moment, Wen Rou didn't know where she was.

Returning to his senses, he looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar environment.

There is no Wen Wan, no Huangfu Hao, no Wen Ziye, no blood all over the world...

The layout of the room is familiar, but it is not in Wen's house, but in Wang's mansion.

It turned out to be a dream...

She is dreaming.

Dreaming that he killed Dongfang Aoshi, the extremely bloody scene...

"Pound - thump - thump -"

The heart beats like a drum.

Rou Rou closed her eyes, and was about to lie back on the bed...on the bed.

Suddenly, a scorching gaze came over.

Wen Rou froze, and slowly turned her head...

"Oriental pride! Why are you on my bed...! Get off!"

Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyes, glanced at her lightly, and smiled wickedly, "Second Miss, are you sure this is your bed... on?"

"..." This is not her bed, but the bed of the palace.

Wen Rou blinked, and then remembered that she was in the palace.

Without even thinking about it, I got up and left.

As soon as he moved, a solid arm encircled his waist.

Dongfang Aoshi gently moved his body, and his gentle body fell into a hot embrace.

A strong masculine breath enveloped her and surrounded her

"Let go!" Gentle struggled, grabbing him hard with her nails.

A few red marks appeared on Dongfang Aoshi's arm in an instant.

Not paying attention at all, Dongfang Aoshi hugged her tightly, "Everything in the palace belongs to this king, including you."

"...Really?" Rourou sneered, raised his hand unexpectedly, and slapped Dongfang Aoshi hard on the face.