After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again: Chapter 76

ARC 2: THE FILM EMPEROR FROM HUMBLE ORIGINS (32)

As a consequence, all the anger turned into suffering.

Qi Yuan was in pain and Yan Ge was in even more pain.

Of course, the pain was secondary. What hurt her the most was the abject failure; the child she personally raised became a X-ist, and the person who got X-ed was her. How could this life fail to such an extent?

She screamed in rage: "Qi Yuan, you son of a bitch! Laoniang's going to kill you!"

Qi Yuan had always heard her speak tenderly with a lowered voice. When had he ever seen her be so shrewd? At long last, the pain transformed into a sense of accomplishment for finally getting to see her true face.

After having slowed down, he was itching to move again.

He hugged her waist so she couldn't budge then stooped down to land a kiss on her back.

The words "Jiejie, I like you" that was brewing in his mouth turned into a sentimental kiss on her back.

In the end, it was the wolf's first time. Qi Yuan had only barged through and his lack of perseverance led to a quick finish.

He was stunned for a moment. The former tirade changed into unboundedness and he instantly felt like he fell from heaven straight into hell. It never occurred to him that he could be so fast.

Yan Ge's resistance pulled him out of his daze. He immediately lifted her up and carried her to her bedroom.

The two spent the entire day in the bedroom.

Cellphones kept ringing in the living room until they ran out of charge.

It wasn't until dusk that Yan Ge finally regained her physical freedom.

She had been tossed about and was feeling soft from head to toe. There was no strength to beat up Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan vented 20 years' worth of passion and was like a sated beast as he cradled Yan Ge in his arms. There was a slight smile on his face and his eyes tenderly looked at the woman.

He could clearly remember, just moments ago not only was she pleasured, but she had also begged him countless times.

If he knew such a brutish and simple thing could solve the problem, he would have done this a long time ago.

Yan Ge was exhausted. Although her eyes were narrowed in sleepiness, her mind was quite awake. Qi Yuan was already fast asleep but he still clung to her firmly.

She broke free from his arms and got up to put on her nightgown. After pulling out a cigarette and lighter from her bedside table, she lit it up, drew a few breaths, then squinted at the darkness outside the window.

Smoke swirled in front of her, and the languid charm in the darkness made her seem like a fallen angel.

Ji Zai asked her: "Was it good?"

Yan Ge sucked in a breath of smoke and blew out puffs of circles.

She had a lot of self-control. When in a plane, she based her character on the given host. This time, she had defined herself as Qi Yuan's older sister and truly became that.

Things like changing her character setting could never appear in her dictionary.

Was it good?

Of course!

But the more pleasant it was, the sicker she felt in her heart.

Her plan to influence the mighty one with familial love had obviously fallen through.

The most painful thing was that her so-called little brother did such a thing.

She drew in another harsh draw, then lowered her head to stare at the cigarette between her fingers.

This feeling of failure was something she had only experienced through the mighty person.

She worked so hard and toiled endlessly to formulate a plan for him to break through his trial, but why couldn't this damn guy help a tree out instead of mucking things up?

Yan Ge's gloominess was incomparable. She sucked in another deep drag and tilted her head up to vent her feelings through the smoky exhale.

As if recalling something, she turned her head to look at Qi Yuan's abdomen area. Her narrowed eyes were full of murderous spirit.

Qi Yuan, who was fast asleep, was apparently oblivious to the fact that his little brother was in critical danger. Even in his sleep, his lips curled up slightly as if he was smiling!

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