Lu Niange didn’t speak, but simply pointed to the amplifier and then to her phone before gesturing towards the two women’s throats. The two women were quick on the uptake and immediately began to seductively moan.
After just a minute, Jian Chenxi screamed hysterically from the other end of the line, followed by the sound of something being thrown, and then the call was disconnected.
Lu Niange felt a surge of satisfaction, hooking his lips into a smile.
Thereafter, he really did have his way with those two women.
Then he handed them a large sum of money and sent them on their way.
Xiaorou was still sitting there. Lu Niange watched her for a while, then stood up and walked toward her. Instinctively, Xiaorou clutched her clothes. Lu Niange chuckled and said, "Little sister, don’t be scared. Even if I wanted to do anything to you, I couldn’t now. Brother’s spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak!"
Xiaorou’s face instantly turned red. Lu Niange found her blush reminded him of Ling Momo, and he couldn’t help but reach out and tenderly hug her. However, the next second, the girl took the initiative to touch his waistband. Lu Niange’s heart skipped a beat and he thought, "So this chick isn’t as innocent as I thought..."
He then pushed her away, grabbed his clothes, and left abruptly.
Ling Momo didn’t know at what time she had fallen asleep that night. When she woke up the next day, she found herself on the sofa.
No wonder she hadn’t slept well, feeling incredibly sore and aching.
She stood up, climbed into bed, and then her mind drifted to the scenes she had seen on TV last night. Uncontrollably, she picked up her phone and looked at the news, which was dominated by headlines about Jian Chenxi’s collaboration with Myth.
Tired, Ling Momo crawled under the covers, unable to define her feelings clearly. After a while, she just drifted off into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, it was already the afternoon. Ling Momo got up and decided to go for a walk downstairs.
She purposefully wore a hat and wrapped a scarf around her, covering her entire face.
In the cold winter wind, the streets seemed bleak. Aimlessly, she walked along the main road and happened upon a young boy bravely singing in the cold.
He was singing "Forgive."
Ling Momo stopped to listen.
As she listened, she couldn’t help but step forward and ask, "May I sing one?"
The boy looked at her, wrapped up tightly and unrecognizable, with surprise. Ling Momo knew he didn’t recognize her, so she pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to the boy, saying, "Let me sing one."
The boy handed the guitar to Ling Momo, who imitated him, sitting down, tuning the instrument, then lowered her eyelids and focused on singing.
Ling Momo also sang "Forgive."
As she sang, her eyes quickly reddened, and soon tears were freely flowing inside her scarf.
It seemed she was enjoying the singing, repeating the song over and over, drawing quite a crowd and causing many passersby to throw money her way.
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