The air in a dark underground garage was cold.
Suddenly, a bright beam of light shone directly on a large dark blue bed, forming a dazzling halo.
On the bed, the man whose limbs were tied by iron rings had unparalleled and outstanding features.
His strong nose outlined his beautiful outline.
He was the most proud sculpture of God.
A few crystal water drops hung on his strong chest, rising and falling weakly.
A woman in black clothes appeared in a scantily clad dress, her fingertips circling and teasing the smooth and strong muscles on the man's chest, and her plump lips moved seductively, close to the man's seductive chest muscles.
"Who are you?"
The man opened his eyes in the cold air, and his voice was not much higher than the temperature here.
The woman paused, raised a pair of charming eyes to look at him, leaned against the man, and said with a charming smile, "Young Master Mo, I have admired you for a long time.
I can see you here today.
I have to say that we are very destined.
Tsk “Tsk, tsk, this look is really beautiful.”
The man smelled the strong perfume sprayed on her body, frowned, and said again in a cold voice, "Who are you?"
The woman's smile became even stronger, and her voice was even more indescribably charming, "Who am I?
This question is not important.
What is important is who you want to be."
Jing Mohao's expression was stern, and he was not at all tempted by the profound meaning of her words.
"What do you mean?
If you have something to say, just say it."
The woman laughed out loud, lifted the man's strong chin with her fingers, and brought her flirtatious face close to him, spraying pink air, "Young Master Mo, there are some things that are not fun to say directly."
"Just say whatever you want, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."
Although the man's hands and feet were tied and his right leg was completely unconscious, he still spoke with great momentum and showed no sign of weakness.
"Hey, it's not good for such a handsome guy to always be so cold.
Let's put it this way, if Young Master Mo keeps talking to me with this attitude, Young Master Mo will turn into a zombie in less than an hour.
If Young Master Mo is willing to obey, "I" the woman said, her fingers already reaching under the man, "I promise to make Young Mo feel happy both physically and mentally."
"You dare to touch it again and try it" The man's expression was cold and hard, and his voice was cold, but it carried a huge amount of invisible pressure, as if it could crush the woman's fingers.
The woman looked at his cannibalistic eyes and smiled calmly.
Her fingers only fell on the man's black belt trimmed with gold.
"The handsome guy is quite charming, but I like it."
As he spoke, he lifted up one of his long legs and straddled the man.
Jing Mohao's face was livid and he shouted sharply, "If you don't want to die, just get down here."
The woman felt that he had no reaction at all.
He was still as cold as iron, so she did not continue.
She turned over, wrapped her hands around her plump breasts, and cleared away the frivolity on her face.
The cool look seemed to be easier for her to handle. .
"Since Young Master Mo is not interested in the second option, we have to choose the former.
Okay, I won't force it, but I have to remind Young Master Mo that if we can save your name and wake you up, we are flowers.
Mr.
Mo can't repay kindness with enmity for someone who has invested a lot of money."
Jing Mohao snorted coldly when he heard this.
If I really wanted to save him, I would tie him up in a hellish place like this.
Playing tricks on him, they're not even that big of a deal "Just tell me what the conditions are, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."
The man looked cold and did not take the woman's threat seriously at all
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