Outside, the thunder still roared, a rumble so loud it hurt people's eardrums.
Tong Ran was actually very afraid of thunder. In the past, when it thundered, she never dared to stay alone, yet she didn't call anyone up.
She held the drawing paper tightly against her chest, where the man's thin lips happened to press against her heart. Tong Ran turned over onto the bed, curled up, and shut her eyes tightly.
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China.
Jinhai City, Qianhuan Club.
The large private room was filled with an air of luxury. A few partners sat together in pairs, each holding a glass of wine and fawning with flattering smiles, "Young Master Jue."
Mo Nanjue sat at the central position, gently swirling his wine glass with one long leg crossed.
Rong Qin sat next to him and leaned in, "Jue, should I propose a toast?"
Mo Nanjue lightly closed his eyes, not looking at her, "As you wish."
