Chapter 610: I'm Sorry, Cheyenne, I Lied to You

Master Glenn gently sighed, continuing his previous actions. His deep voice whispered seductively in her ear, "Since you don't know, why not leave it all to me?"

Outside, the sound of music, conversations, and high heels tapping on the floor intertwined and grew restless, making one's heart race.

Separated by a floor and a door, the muffled voices in the room tickled like a small kitten.

"Master Glenn, be gentle."

"Is this gentle enough?"

"Ah! Mmm..."

"You're so delicate."

The man, who had appeared weak just moments ago, finally revealed his true colors. However... Kate was too late to refuse.

At this moment, she was already a prey in his mouth.

Onistead, TOP Business Hotel.

A woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a black oversized dress with a round collar. The lower end of the dress revealed a white pleated skirt, followed by slender ankles. The cold white color, the slender ankles, and the faint blue veins on the instep.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the window, sprinkling a few drops of rain on her hair.

The colored chiffon skirt and black fabric intertwined, making her figure appear slender and giving her an elegant vibe.

The rain in late autumn was pouring down since last night.

Cheyenne woke up a little after seven in the morning, and she hasn't worn any pajamas since then.

She casually put on a dress, walked barefoot to the window, and the fair fingers pulled open the curtains, watching the relentless raindrops outside.

She fell into a moment of contemplation.

she had a

in a chaotic deep blue sea, slowly being

scythe of death was

die, a blurry familiar figure, a

forcefully dragged her towards the shore, and when they were about to reach the finish line,

Blood.

blue seawater turned

sea water became dirty and black. She remembered the man pushing

and she could smell the scent of blood, a bit

was supposed to be devoured by the fish was alive,

end of the world. The

words echoed in her heart like the morning bell, making her entire soul

the words fell, his body shattered into

snapped back to reality, realizing that she was the only one standing on the staircase piled with bones,

feet... came back

outside, but Cheyenne was

for her

door open himself. He was wearing

velme

sweater, paired with Ang

fleece pants, and had

hair, exuding an elegance akin

Cheyenne remained

"Cheyenne."

feet on the floor, then

window, preventing the rain

as before. You

her on the edge of the bed, as if handling

the child was

wardrobe to find her socks, Cheyenne suddenly grabbed his arm, her eyes coldly staring

grandfather really go on

skeptical expression while her long eyelashes covered the loss

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