Wen Jiaren's body stiffened, and before she passed out, her eyes were fixated on Long Teng, slowly closing.
Meanwhile, Long Teng could no longer withstand Mu Qian's attack, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat, splattering vibrant red onto the innocent pillow abandoned by Wen Jiaren on the ground.
Long Teng suddenly started laughing, speaking to the silent room, "Mu Qian, you still lost, hahaha... The woman you're looking for, she's right here in my bed. No wonder you're so protective; she really has a unique flavor."
Long Teng's words, along with his arrogant and wild laugh, clearly reached Mu Qian's ears.
Long Teng's gaze landed on Wen Jiaren's exquisite and beautiful face, then slowly moved to her full chest, speaking in a lingering, suggestive tone, "Her skin is so fair and tender she has a body that can drive men crazy. The mole on her left breast is so enticing..."
"Long Teng."
