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.

had a

slowly being submerged

was firmly placed at her

was about to die, a blurry familiar figure, a man, swam

when they were about to reach

Blood.

blue seawater

became dirty and black. She remembered the man pushing her away

and she could smell the scent of blood, a bit

to be devoured by the fish was alive, holding her hand, stepping on a staircase

towards a romantic end of the world. The romance on the verge of

you." These words echoed in her heart like the morning bell,

the words fell, his body shattered

one standing on the staircase piled with bones, and

bones beneath her feet... came back

knock on the door sounded from outside, but Cheyenne was too engrossed to hear

for her

He

velme

sweater, paired with Ang

fleece pants, and had

hair, exuding an elegance akin to a

exactly light, but Cheyenne remained motionless

"Cheyenne."

on the floor, then set the tray he was carrying aside onto

the window, preventing the rain from drifting in

now, and you can't be as willful as before. You need

the edge of the

cold, and the child was very well-behaved, not causing any

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

grandfather really go on a

expression while her long eyelashes

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