Jasmine stood barefoot on the floor, she looked at the man sitting in front of her, the man staring at her nakedly, she lowered her head and covered her chest with her hands - even though the dress could be tied, it was torn by the slave trader, and the white skin on her chest was always faintly visible, which made her face full of shame and anger.

  Long Geer sat in a wheelchair and said self-deprecatingly, "Don't worry, I can't do anything to you. I'm already disabled." He pointed to his yard and said, "You see, there's not much people in my family, so you don't have to do this." He thought for a moment, "Why are you in the hands of the slave trader? Where's your lover?"

  "Dead." Jasmine turned her face away and said in a trembling voice.

  "Dead?" Long Geer raised his eyebrows. He had seen too many lives and deaths, so naturally he didn't care about such an ending. "Oh, well... go to your room and find some clothes to put on. I'm not interested in you, so you really don't have to look at me so warily." He smiled bitterly, "The door is right there. I can't stop you anyway. You can leave if you want."

  Jasmine looked at him warily and questioningly, "You're letting me go?"

  "What else? I told you that I bought you just to repay you for saving me last time. If you want to leave, you can leave. If you want to stay, I won't give you less food." Long Geer asked as if he remembered something, "You haven't had a good meal for a long time, right?"

  Jasmine nodded, "Hmm..."

  He pushed his wheelchair and walked into the hall. "There should be more food. Um...there should be more."

  But when he walked into the hall, he found that the food on the round table had gone cold. He shook his head, "My cook has to go home to feed the baby. She will leave after she finishes cooking dinner, so you have to make do with what you have." He reached out and grabbed a hard round bread and threw it to Jasmine, "It's better than being hungry."

  Jasmine held the bread and moved her lips. Then she said, "Water... I want to drink water..."

  Longgor was chewing on the steak on the plate. He looked up and pointed at the water bottle next to him, "Pour it yourself."

  Jasmine walked over in small steps, feeling a little embarrassed as to whether she could sit down. After Long Gol nodded, she took the water bottle and drank from it like a horse drinking water.

  She was thirsty, hungry, exhausted, and frightened. When she finally sat down, she felt more relaxed than she had ever felt.

  Long Gor was a rough man. He glanced at Jasmine and said, "Go slowly. Don't choke."

  Before she finished her words, Jasmine started to cough. She felt a little embarrassed and wiped her mouth carelessly. "I'm so thirsty..." She spoke in a very low voice, as if she was saying something shameful.

  Long Gol glanced at her and pushed the remaining piece of meat on the plate to her, "Eat."

  When Jasmine saw him grabbing the meat with his hands, she swallowed her saliva and imitated him. She seemed to have thrown all the propriety, righteousness, and moral behavior of a princess behind her. She only knew that she could eat meat and drink water at this moment, which was better than the stealth life she had experienced during this period of time.

  That was an experience she refused to recall, so that every night when she closed her eyes, she would see a dream of a river of blood. First it was Ajin's, then it was Kahn's. The Somiers chopped off Kahn's head with an axe, and his neck, still attached to the skin, drooped like that and fell beside Jasmine.

  She thought she was dead, but she saw the men's lustful eyes. Jasmine had no choice but to run, until she missed a step and rolled down the hillside. Then a slave trader from Hassan City to Dark Whisper City picked her up, and then they came here.

  "You were attacked along the way and you got separated from your family?"

  ——But Jasmine told Longgor.

  "Yes." Jasmine nodded and wiped the gravy from her mouth with her sleeve.

  Long Geer looked at Jasmine with a playful look. His shrewd eyes showed no comment. He just pushed the plate and said, "If you don't want to leave, please push me into the room. You can stay in any room you want. There are plenty of empty rooms anyway."

  He seemed to remember something and frowned as he said to Jasmine, "Take a shower when you have time. To be honest, it stinks." He glanced at the white greasy area on Jasmine's chest and said, "I don't know how those men can ask for 500 gold for a woman who stinks like you."

  At the same time, in the Duke of Fumer's Mansion, sharp screams resounded throughout the mansion.

  The Duchess finally heard the news of her son's death. She was so sad and angry that she almost went insane. She pointed at Duke Fumer and yelled, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! Why did you let Kahn marry that Mingxia princess!" She pounced on Duke Fumer and beat him hard like a madman.

  "Why did you let my son die? Give me back my son!" Marit cried, "You can't forget that bitch, why did you let my son die?!"

  Duke Fumer frowned and pushed his wife away. A servant came forward and hugged the Duchess' body. "Marit! Calm down!"

  However, the Duchess stared at Duke Fumer fiercely. Her face was thin, but her eyes were so big that they almost bulged out of their sockets. "Who killed my son?"

  "Your Highness!" Someone came in and announced. "Duke Hazaro is here."

  Duke Fumer said dejectedly, "Please come in."

  When Duke Hazaro entered the study, he saw his sister's strange expression. The Duchess quickly touched Mariette and said, "Duchess Fumer, are you okay?"

  Marit was like a drowning person who suddenly found a driftwood. She desperately grabbed Danister's hand and said, "My son is dead, my son is dead... Danister, my son is dead."

  "My condolences, Mariette." Danister herself had children, and she felt a little sympathy for the Duchess of Fumer - even though they were not actually on good terms. It was just that the empathy of a mother made her feel somewhat the same way.

  "Brother...my Kahn is dead, brother." Marit grabbed Danister's hand and looked at her brother again. She finally began to cry, with big drops of tears falling on her body. Then she finally began to howl, "My son...my son..."

  Danister could only stroke the other person's back over and over again. She looked at the children behind her and motioned them to leave first so as not to let their presence irritate the Duchess at this time.

  Lancer, Rebecca and Yinge stood outside the study together. The servant took them to the living room. Rebecca sat down on the sofa. "I was scared to death just now. Auntie is so scary when she gets angry."

  Silver Dove didn't say anything. She felt a little sorry for the Duchess who had just lost her son.

  Lancer stood in front of the window, looking out thoughtfully, "Rebecca, aren't you going to find Vic?" He saw Vic in the garden seemed to be talking to Franva, so he turned and asked his sister. He knew that Rebecca and Vic had been very close recently, and Vic would be the one who benefited the most from Kahn's departure.

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  "Huh? Is he in the garden?" Rebecca quickly moved closer to Kahn. She saw Vic standing there and said hastily, "I'll go find Vic!"

  Only Yinge and Lanser were left in the room. He was feeling proud, but was somewhat surprised to see Yinge sitting calmly on the sofa drinking tea.

  Didn't she know what it meant to be alone in a room with two people?

  Lanser thought to himself, he slowly walked to the side of the sofa, and was about to reach out his hand, but he heard Yinge say slowly, "Master Lanser, this is in the Fumeier family, it's better not to be too presumptuous." After the woman put the teacup in her hand on the plate, she raised her eyes and glanced at him seductively, as if lighting a fire in his heart.

  "There's no one here, they're all in the study..." Lanser whispered. He hurriedly moved closer to Yinge, wanting to hug the woman in his arms.

  Yinge smiled and moved away calmly, "Is it necessary to be so anxious?" Her voice was so soft that Lanser's heart almost melted.

  "Don't try to play any tricks." Lanser was surprised at Yinge's transformation. He hurriedly put his arms around Yinge's waist and rubbed her breasts through her clothes.

  "Master Lanser," Yinge panted softly. She slapped Lanser's hand away. "If someone else pushed the door and came in, it would be a disgrace to you."

  Lanser grabbed Silver Dove and said, "Hmph, are you going to force me to do that again?" He frowned and narrowed his eyes, and threatened Silver Dove softly. "Aren't you afraid that I will tell Yaweni about that?"

  Yinge looked at Lanser with some embarrassment. What a shameless guy! "Don't tell Yaweni." She said quickly, "I...I..."

  "Yinge, you know what I mean. If you obey me, I won't tell Yavni." Seeing that Yinge was somewhat soft-hearted, Lanser quickly made a promise.

  "But you're getting married soon, and you're still so lustful." Silver Dove reached out and gently hooked Lanser's chin, scratching the man's throat with her nails. "It would be difficult if Miss Lindsay knew about this."

  Lanser frowned, "Are you threatening me?"

  "How dare I?" Yinge laughed at himself, "Who in this family is willing to listen to me? I can't beat you."

  "It's good that you know." Lanser felt as if his body was on fire. The woman's half-hearted look was too charming, which was incomparable to those ordinary girls. He pulled Yinge's hand to his crotch, but even though it was swollen, it was still soft.

  He didn't take it seriously, thinking that if Yinge helped him a few times with her hands he would get hard.

  Yinge dodged timidly, "Master Lanser, don't..." She stood up, "Go back home, please..."

  When Lanser heard what Yinge said, he suddenly became excited. "You said, come to my room at night after you go home." He followed Yinge closely, "Yavini is not here these few days, come to my room at night..." He saw that the woman's ears were red, and he became even more excited. He was so happy that he could not express it in words when he thought about being able to possess this woman wantonly.

  Yinge nodded slightly. She looked back at Lanser as if she remembered something and said, "Don't tell Yaweni..."

  It turns out that she is still afraid of Avni, Lanser thought, what a stupid woman. Avni is her weakness, and he can use that weakness to threaten her for the rest of her life.

  There was no light in the room, but there were women's belongings.

  Jasmine took a bath in the dark, and then casually changed into women's clothes. However, the clothes were somewhat revealing, revealing Jasmine's slender waist. She lowered her head and wondered whose room this was.

  It seemed like no one had lived here for some time, and there were several rooms like this, all empty, but with signs that women had lived there.

  She thought she should thank Longgor and ask how to light the lamp, so she went to knock on the door. After getting permission, Jasmine entered the room and saw the man struggling to get up from the wheelchair and trying to sit on the bed.

  "You've come just in time, come and give me a hand." Long Geer waved at Jasmine, "I'm going to the bed. You can see that a loser like me has trouble even getting into bed by myself."

  Jasmine frowned and said, "Can you please stop calling yourself a loser?" She stepped forward and put Long Gol's hand on her shoulder, and struggled to support him to stand up.

  "It was already trash." Long Geer sighed. He looked down and saw the clothes on Jasmine. "Where did you find it?"

  "I see women's clothes in several rooms across from you." Jasmine said. "Who lived there before? Where are the people?"

  "My women." Long Geer said, and then he felt the girl stiffen under him. He looked at Jasmine with interest, "I'm so old, there's nothing special about having women."

  Jasmine nodded. She thought he was a gentleman who kept himself clean, but she didn't expect him to have many wives and concubines. "What about them?" It looked like a magnificent house, but he lived alone, and he was a person with limited mobility...

  "Dispersed." Long Gol said sarcastically, "When they heard that I was captured, they all ran away. Ha, women..."

  "Then they must not love you." Jasmine said to herself.

  When Long Geer heard this, he got angry, as if it touched his pain. "You know nothing." He struggled, Jasmine stumbled and fell on the bed, and Long Geer also fell on the bed. He was furious, "Are you going to throw me to death?"

  But the girl grinned and muttered, "I'm hurt too..." The small piece of skin on her waist looked so tempting under the dim light.

  Long Geer felt his lower body tighten. He was a normal man, but he had never experienced that kind of thing since he was injured. He used to be so energetic, but after his legs were broken, he even started to feel inferior when he thought about that.

  Long Gol covered his eyes with his hands, "What are you doing here? Get out of here if you have nothing to do."

  "Oh, I'm asking you, where can I turn on the lights? Those rooms are all dark." Jasmine asked quickly.

  "It's in the basement," Longor said. "You can stay there for one night. When someone comes tomorrow, they can help you find it."

  Jasmine nodded somewhat disappointedly, "Is that so? Okay..."

  "Or you can take it from my room." Long Geer pointed at the table and said.

  "Don't you want it?" Jasmine asked him.

  "What can I do? Sit in a wheelchair and turn around in the room?" Long Geer asked Jasmine, "Don't make me laugh. People like me can only sleep."

  Jasmine knew that she seemed to have hurt the man again, so she quickly got up and went to get the oil lamp.

  "Then I'll take it." She said softly at the door, "Good night... Oh, by the way, I don't know your name yet."

  The man lay on the bed, still maintaining that posture, covering his eyes with his hands, "Longol."

  "Longol... Oh, then Mr. Longol, good night."

  Jasmine said softly, then closed Longgor's door.

  Because Mariette's mental condition was not stable, the Duke and Duchess of Hazaro were particularly worried, so they asked Lancer to take Rebecca and Silver Dove home first. On the way, Rebecca suddenly seemed to remember something and said to Lancer, "Brother, I forgot my earrings at Fumer's house."

  Lancer thought that this girl must be having a tryst with Vic. Everyone knew her little thoughts. But how could Rebecca control Vic with her body?

  But he didn't care. It would be better that way. There would only be him and Yinge at home, which would make it more convenient for him and her to have fun.

  He was so excited that his hands started to get naughty in the carriage. But Yinge sat upright with his back straight. Lanser cursed in his heart, she was obviously a whore, why was she pretending to be a virgin?

  As soon as he got home, he couldn't wait. After dismissing the servants, he didn't even have time to eat, and dragged Silver Pigeon to his room. Silver Pigeon struggled all the way, but it was no match for Lanser's strength.

  Her struggle made Lanser even more excited. As soon as he entered the room, he reached out to untie the straps on her back. He had missed that woman's body for a long time. He unbuttoned his shirt while pressing Yinge onto the bed. The woman avoided his kiss, but revealed her flaws while struggling. Lanser grabbed Yinge's skirt and lifted her legs high and placed them on his shoulders.

  The fragrance in the bedroom was so charming, accompanied by the panting of Silver Dove, her breasts kept rising and falling. Lanser finally took the tempting breasts into his mouth, sucking hard, and Silver Dove's cry above became louder, "No-no..."

  "No one is at home, you can shout as much as you want, the more you shout, the more excited I will be." Lanser said with a smile. He stood up, unbuckled his belt, and took out the swollen thing, but it was limp and did not hold its head up at all.

  Yinge wiped the saliva left by Lanser on the corner of his lips, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Lanser's thing with a smile on his face, "Master Lanser, it seems that you don't really want it..."

  "You put it in your mouth." Lanser pressed Yinge's face to his crotch, but Yinge touched it twice with her hand and shook her head, "You are not interested in me, so naturally it won't be hard." She slowly withdrew her hand, then pulled up her underwear to cover her body, "I saw that you were so young, but I didn't expect it wouldn't work."

  Yinge's words seemed like a sneer that pierced Lanser's heart. He pushed Yinge down and said, "Who said I can't do it!" He tried desperately to stroke his cock with his hand, but that thing simply refused to obey his will and was still half-dead.

  Yinge looked at him with a strange smile, and that smile made Lanser feel ashamed. She pushed Lanser away, she knew that the man's self-esteem was about to collapse at this moment. She stood up, "Master Lanser, I advise you not to waste your energy." She seemed to remember something, and said with a cheerful smile, "I have seen too many such powerless men in the mahjong house before. Do you know what happened to them in the end? They can only rely on their tongues to lick my lower body. I feel so refreshed, but they can't even get hard." Lanser pounced on Yinge angrily, but Yinge dodged. Lanser staggered a few steps and leaned against the wall.

  "Hehe, you're still not a man." Yinge glanced at the still soft thing between Lanser's legs, "Not as good as Avenni." She said lightly, then pushed the door and walked out.

  As she wished, she heard Lanser's furious voice in the room. She walked slowly in the long, dim corridor, reaching out to gently tuck her messed up hair. Nefer told her that Lanser might never be able to get an erection again in his life, but Silver Dove held the bottle of potion and said, "That's it. This is a hundred times more satisfying than killing him directly."

  Nefertir touched her hair tenderly and then kissed her lips.

  She could only bury her head in the man's arms, greedily enjoying every second with him.