As the warm, damp liquid spread across my palm, I felt a profound sense of loss and distress…
Although I didn't yet know who the beautiful woman naked and entwined with someone else in the room was, I had a hunch that she and I shared something extraordinary.
Her alluring profile, her sweat-dampened black hair lightly touching the corner of her lips, was breathtakingly beautiful…
She possessed both the delicate beauty of a young woman and the seductive allure of a mature woman, making it impossible to discern her age, though it was clear she was not my age.
If we ruled out a romantic relationship, it could only be an elder or relative, and in that case…
I had absolutely no reason to go in and stop what was happening before my eyes. A slight pang of bitterness and loss compelled me to leave…
Perhaps I will return to find her, but only after my heart has calmed down.
What I didn't know was that, as I turned to leave, the beautiful woman, embracing the tall man, her vagina being filled with thick, hot semen by his erect, throbbing penis, suddenly seemed to sense something, her snow-white face flushed as she abruptly turned back…
But there, nothing was left.
…
Xue Tang… Xue Tang, Luo Xue Tang?
At dawn, wandering through the bizarre and dazzling city, I kept repeating this name. Along with a slight headache, more memories were stirred up by this name, warm and fragrant. An image flashed through my mind:
A stunningly beautiful young woman wearing a white dress, revealing her slender, gracefully curved, fair shoulders.
A hint of mischievousness tinged with purity, she sat gracefully with her knees drawn up to her sides on the lush green grass, her bare, white feet exposed. Her face was resting on her knees, her small hands gently tucking her delicate toes…
She looked at me with a mixture of shyness and reproach.
"Xuetang… I will find you!"
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As dawn broke outside the window, Zhao Ziran's hourglass figure, her shapely waist and hips, and her long, shapely legs, slightly straightened. Her calves, clad only in thin black stockings, touched the floor, leaving behind the rounded imprints and faint warmth of the bed where she had sat all night.
Her lotus-petal-like feet moved to the bedside. Zhao Ziran's slightly weary face held a grave expression… After a whole night of waiting, with each passing moment, her heart sank to the bottom.
Xiao Dong still hadn't returned.
The signal from the earring device, which could temporarily release Xiao Dong's memories and allow him to temporarily return to his "Martial God" state, continued to move towards Shikijima.
This almost convinced Zhi Ran that the worst-case scenario she had anticipated had occurred.
Although theoretically almost impossible, as long as Xiao Dong didn't make a mistake, once his memories were released and he returned to his Martial God state, although he could only unleash power equivalent to Lv3 Dangerous Level, his unparalleled control and concentrated use of true energy would make him a match for any enemy.
But despite her confidence in her calculations, a possibility was still just a possibility; accidents were unavoidable.
If Xiao Dong were omnipotent, he wouldn't have suffered such severe injuries during the Second Strait Crisis…
Therefore, she wavered, because she knew what would happen if a high-level superhuman fell into enemy hands.
Legend has it that the man who once bravely plunged into the sea, capsizing an entire US fleet and ushering in a new era of extraordinary achievements, the first strategist in history—Li Zhiyu—met his end…
Zhao Zhiran gently bit her slightly dry lips, a wave of worry and guilt rising in her heart. This was rare and unusual for Zhiran, who had learned from a young age to control her emotions and prevent them from affecting her thinking and judgment. Except for matters concerning her sister Lan Yan, she could handle any situation with remarkable composure.
But now, Zhao Zhiran felt as if she were being tormented. Like a smooth lake reflecting the sky, a stone had been thrown in, causing ripples in the calm waters and creating a tiny flaw in her usually composed and accurate judgment…
The Luo family.
The Luo family, renowned for its research, practically turned their mansion into a large research lab. Even the patriarch, Luo Shaoheng, spent countless hours there daily, securing substantial national research funding. They then used this funding to invest in technology companies, transforming themselves from a small-to-medium-sized conglomerate into a powerful force in just over a decade.
They surpassed the Luo family and were comparable to the Jiang family, one of Shanghai's top aristocratic families. Ironically, the Luo family was originally just a branch of the Luo family; even the current patriarch, Luo Shaoheng, was the third son in his family. Yet, due to conflicting interests, they have drifted apart and are now fiercely competing in multiple fields.
The resulting scandals have provided ample fodder for gossip and media alike.
Now, the entrance to the Luo family compound resembled more of a research institute than a financial conglomerate. Standing there was a slender, curvaceous beauty. Her long, jet-black hair was styled into a simple yet remarkably chic ponytail, though a few strands appeared slightly disheveled.
Even behind sunglasses, her exquisitely beautiful features were still faintly visible on her delicate, high-bridged nose. A white coat slid down her ample bosom, revealing long, straight, shapely legs beneath her pencil skirt. Her slender feet wore silver high heels. Her entire being exuded a captivating blend of beauty and refinement, with a touch of languid ease and allure.
She simply stood there, letting the security camera at the door capture her graceful figure…
Shortly afterward, a large group of security personnel dressed in military or police uniforms, with firearms at their waists, filed out. Luo Shaoheng, the patriarch of the Luo family, with a fair complexion, clean hair, and a tall, handsome figure, emerged.
"Niece Zhiran? What brings you here today?"
The Zhao family was a traditional political powerhouse. Just knowing that the current top leader's surname was Zhao was enough for anyone to understand the Zhao family's influence.
The beauty, Zhao Zhiran, smiled sweetly, her slender fingers removing her sunglasses, and said softly, "I brought something you can't refuse."
The Luo family's reception room.
"Niece Zhiran, this is pre-rain Longjing tea grown in Martian soil. Why don't you try it? It's said to have some beauty benefits."
Luo Shaoheng sat on the sofa, one foot in a leather shoe crossed over his shoulder, wearing a white lab coat.
Sitting next to Zhao Ziran, who was also wearing a white lab coat, they looked like two scientists conversing.
Zhao Ziran gently rubbed the bridge of her nose; a hint of weariness from staying up all night was visible on her fair face, but the energy in her beautiful eyes was undiminished. In fact, the usual languor had been removed from her face, making her appear even more spirited, like her older sister Tang Lanyan.
Her clear, beautiful eyes glanced at the translucent red liquid rippling in the white porcelain cup, but she had no intention of drinking it. She went straight to the point: "Uncle Luo, I'm not here for reminiscing."
"If there's something you can help with… then, as I just said, you'll get what you want."
"Oh?" Luo Shaoheng seemed intrigued. "Is there anything the Zhao family can't do in this country?"
Zhao Ziran nodded slightly. "Shiki Island."
"I want to go to Shiki Island."