Chapter 167

In her grogginess, He Lele vaguely heard the sound of a text message on her phone. She opened her eyes wearily, only to see Shentu Mo looking at something on her phone.

Speaking of this phone, she originally thought she wouldn't get it back, but Mu Wei had brought back her cloth bag and phone, making her very suspicious of whether he had any connection with organizations like the "Beggar Sect."

She didn't speak, wanting to quietly wait for Shentu Mo to finish reading. Lingyu usually called directly if there was something, so the text messages on her phone were almost all junk advertisements. However—what kind of advertisement could keep him looking for so long?

Shentu Mo looked at the line of text on the screen, his black eyes becoming even deeper.

Ji Jie: Whose body are you under right now?

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☆, (13 Fresh Coins) Chapter 175: Absolutely No Sharing

Whose body are you under right now?

After sending the text, knowing she probably wouldn't see it for a while, he still stared at the phone screen waiting. He didn't know what he was waiting for. Waiting for her to be angry? Waiting for her to deny it? Or waiting for her to say the name of the man who was currently holding her?

"Young Master Ji, you haven't come to play for a long time. Why, since you rarely come, are you just staring at your phone? Come, let me drink with you." Duoya, the top princess of the club, smiled and leaned against Ji Jie, sitting down. She poured wine into the glass in his hand and gently clinked glasses with him.

The crisp sound of the glass collision was very stimulating to the ears, but Ji Jie acted as if he hadn't heard it. With a cold handsome face, he raised his wrist and drank the wine in the glass.

"Young Master Ji has something on his mind?"

Ji Jie coldly glanced at the top princess who looked pure and elegant. He hadn't called for a woman to accompany him. The fact that this woman dared to come in by herself and he didn't get angry was already giving her, the top princess, enough face.

Duoya smiled tactfully and said gently, "Duoya won't ask, Duoya will just drink with Young Master Ji."

One glass after another, one bottle after another.

The wine poured into his mouth had long since lost its taste, but Ji Jie still drank glass after glass, his movements lazy and elegant, like a panther bored and killing time... Only the gradual blur and hesitation in those amorous eyes slightly revealed his struggling state of mind.

While Duoya poured him wine, one of her beautiful, lustrous hands gently rested on his hard, warm thigh, slowly stroking and moving upward. Through his casual trousers, she covered the massive object at his crotch, sliding and kneading with skill.

The flesh object in her palm gradually became full and hard. Duoya looked up at Ji Jie with charm and affection, but was so frightened by his extremely cold eyes that her heart shrank, and her little hand was suddenly pulled back.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Ji!" Duoya trembled, hurriedly stood up to apologize, and fled in a panic.

But not long after, Ji Jie took the initiative to call the madam and booked all the princesses who hadn't gone out yet to drink and sing with him. Duoya took a look outside the private room; Ji Jie was surrounded by women, looking completely carefree and amorous, a stark contrast to his cold-as-ice appearance just now. Anything abnormal is a demon; Duoya decided not to wade into these muddy waters. Sure enough, not long after, screams and the sound of crashing and breaking came from the private room—a princess had been kicked flying by him and hit the corner of the coffee table because she had reached her hand into his shirt, and she had passed out with a bloody head.

Half an hour later, Zong Jieran, who had been called by the madam, had just pushed open the door of the private room when he was almost hit by a wine bottle flying toward him.

"...What are you here for?"

Zong Jieran scanned the mess in the room, "Finished drinking? Just in time, I brought two bottles." As he said this, he sat down beside Ji Jie and threw a bottle into his arms, while he opened one himself and drank it straight.

Ji Jie picked up the wine bottle, glanced at Zong Jieran beside him, threw the bottle aside, and lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"What? Not drinking anymore?" Zong Jieran put down the wine bottle, "Ironic, isn't it? In the past, we were proud of our ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but now, it's pathetic that we want to get drunk but can't."

"If you don't want me to burn all your curly hair, get the hell out."

"...Rest assured, I'm not here to watch a show." Zong Jieran took out a cigarette and flicked one to Ji Jie. "Do you believe in things like karma?"

Ji Jie lit the cigarette, took a drag, and slowly exhaled the cyan smoke.

"My big brother and I have taken a fancy to the same woman, but my big brother doesn't know yet." Zong Jieran said very easily.

Ji Jie was speechless.

"The worst part is, that woman has other men. Haha! I was originally watching your jokes, but then I turned around and found myself even more tragic than you."

"...How?"

"The woman I've taken a fancy to isn't as gentle and easy to bully as yours."

"So?"

"So I came to let you see if I've gone crazy."

"..."

"Even if that woman has other men, even if she can never belong to me alone in this lifetime, I still... want her."

"...What do you mean."

"It means, even if I have to share her with other men at the same time... I'll accept it."

"You really have gone crazy."

"Then what about you?"

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