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Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Is There a Difference Between Once and Countless Times?

In the bedroom, Ke Yunan curled up in a panic.

She never would have thought that she could do something like this after getting drunk. Yet deep down, she knew Lin Fan was truly her type. However, since her best friend had set her sights on him first, how could she sneakily make a move?

But the problem was, what was done was done, and she had given him her most precious first time. So even the usually decisive Ke Yunan found her mind a blank now, at a loss for what to do.

"Since it’s already happened, just let it be. Moreover, I haven’t slept with Ms. Dan, and she won’t marry me in the future. We’re all adults here, so you should know what to do, right?"

Lin Fan said with a mischievous grin, clutching Ke Yunan’s little hand, while she failed to grasp his implications, only able to look at him dumbfoundedly, "What should we do?"

"A flower is meant to be picked before it falls; life is short, so seize the day and enjoy."

Lin Fan pulled the vulnerable Ke Yunan into his arms, unabashedly caressing her full bosom.

"How can this be right... It was because I drank too much last night... Now that everyone is sober... This doesn’t seem right!"

Lin Fan’s kneading flushed Ke Yunan’s cheeks, but the rational part of her still dared not be too bold.

"What’s the difference between once and countless times? Since it has happened, doing it one more time won’t make much of a difference, right?"

her ear, the sensitivity of which made Ke Yunan shiver again, but just as she was about to refuse, Lin Fan’s hand ventured into the vast prairie

like crying... but I’m

the uncontrolled spasms that were sending Ke

managed to hold back

legs apart with his own and pressed on top of her again. Then, he lifted her legs, indicating for

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

balloons, stirred Lin Fan’s excitement even more. Under the incomparable pressure, he felt more driven, while

her forget Zhu Dan, forget Lucki, and even forget herself. She could only adjust her

you’re so

lips again. The bitter taste of tears mixed with the softness of her

Scoundrel... I really might die at your hands one

in bed with a man she had only met twice. At that moment, it

with me for the

chin, leaving her cheeks flushed

and I’m your

after a long

from now on I’m your