Hearing Sun Zhe directly break the silence, Fang Ruoxue was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

After a long silence, she lightly pursed her lips, hesitating to speak: "Then how about... we make a deal?"

Sun Zhe looked at her with a faint smile, "What kind of deal?"

Fang Ruoxue rolled her eyes at him, "What do you think?"

Sun Zhe asked, "Sex?"

Fang Ruoxue’s pretty face flushed, "I’ll give you five million per time."

Sun Zhe couldn’t help but laugh, "A mere five million to enhance my cultivation, is my Yang Essence so worthless? How could I let you get such a big bargain?"

He continued, "As a Martial Artist, you should know how difficult it is to improve your cultivation in this era of depleted Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi."

"You want my Yang Essence for five million, and expect me to exert the effort too? Do you really take me for a fool?"

Fang Ruoxue blushed, gritting her teeth, "Then twenty million per time!"

Sun Zhe waved his hand with a smile, "Forget it, I don’t want money. I may not be as rich as Chairman Fang, but I’m not lacking either."

"Besides, I’m not a gigolo, not for sale."

Fang Ruoxue exhaled, asking patiently, "What do you want then?"

Sun Zhe thought for a moment, then said, "You also know, I take a long time, and it’s hard for me to finish, so if you want my Yang Essence, you’ll have to do it yourself. Whether you can get it or not depends on your own skills."

"Anyway, me putting the effort in is absolutely impossible."

Fang Ruoxue frowned slightly, "Just that?"

Sun Zhe nodded, adding, "Also, our previous agreement is void."

"Void, and then what?"

Sun Zhe said, "Meaning, it’s no longer a one-month term, but no time limit. I want emotional value, you want Yang Essence, we each get what we need."

Hearing that, Fang Ruoxue laughed inwardly, saying, "Alright, I’ll be your woman from now on."

"So straightforward?"

Sun Zhe was a bit surprised.

A flash of murderous intent crossed Fang Ruoxue’s eyes; she vowed to dismember Sun Zhe. As she walked to the bed to cover Zhou Yao, she asked, "Here?"

Sun Zhe suddenly remembered Fang Jiayun, saying, "Should we change locations? To avoid being discovered by your precious daughter."

Hearing this, Fang Ruoxue suddenly felt relieved, because she was afraid Sun Zhe wanted to do it in her room, in front of Zhou Yao.

And there was also the risk of being discovered by Fang Jiayun.

"Okay, I’ll have my assistant book a hotel, we’ll go later."

"No rush, it’s still early."

Sun Zhe chuckled, repositioning himself on the small sofa to lie more comfortably, saying, "I’ll take some interest first, isn’t that fair?"

Fang Ruoxue turned to him, "What interest?"

Sun Zhe stared at her glistening red lips, hinting, "Chairman Fang’s lipstick looks nice today."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxue’s pretty face turned crimson, instantly understanding Sun Zhe’s implication, feeling disgusted, inwardly cursing these filthy men!

Yet, at the same time, she felt quite helpless.

Looking at Zhou Yao’s peaceful sleeping face, she sighed inwardly, stepping towards Sun Zhe with her long stocking-clad legs.

Her feet, wrapped in sheer silk hose, stepped heavily on the fluffy carpet.

Soon after.

She stood in front of Sun Zhe, lifting her hand to gently tuck a few loose strands of aromatic hair behind her ear, elegantly kneeling down.

Sun Zhe placed both hands behind his head, watching her with an appreciative gaze, saying, "Let down your hair."

Hearing this, Fang Ruoxue expressionlessly reached up to remove the hairpin, letting her wavy hair fall, cascading down her back, some strands even touching the ground, like a blossoming firework, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Go ahead."

Fang Ruoxue lifted her gaze to him, her starry eyes carrying both shyness and resentment, suppressing her revulsion, slowly reaching to tug down his waistband.

Since this deal was already struck, there was no turning back. Whether for Zhou Yao or to harvest Sun Zhe’s Yang Essence to break through in cultivation, she felt she had to endure.

Not only endure, but lower her dignity, even let go of her shame and self-respect.

Because she knew clearly, facing a man like Sun Zhe who only sought to play and conquer her, if she remained cold and proud, unable to discard her reserve, she would only suffer more, endure more hardship.

Instead, it was better to go along, provide him with emotional value, completely freeing her mind and body, as if finding a pretty boy to enjoy life with.

Thinking this way, Fang Ruoxue suddenly felt her soul lighten considerably, her heart seemingly burden-free.

Looking at the grotesque sight before her, her beautiful eyes half-closed, she slowly leaned forward.

Her scented lips slightly parted, delicate tongue lightly extending, about to begin tasting, but suddenly halted, knitting her brows tightly.

The intense masculine scent mixed with a faint acidic sweat smell overwhelmed her, making her brows scrunch, wanting to retch.

This was just too disgusting!

Unable to resist, she pushed at it, spotting some solidified white clumps at the root, feeling even more nauseated.

"Didn’t you wash after last time?"

Fang Ruoxue found it hard to put in her mouth, looking at Sun Zhe with disgust.

Sun Zhe suddenly remembered Fang Jiayun, chuckling, "You rushed me over, I didn’t have time to wash."

Hearing this, Fang Ruoxue’s chest heaved, angrily snapped, "You’re really... go wash first... ah!"

Unexpectedly, before she could finish, Sun Zhe grabbed her by the back of the head, pulling her into the thick bushes with great force.

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

Fang Ruoxue tightly closed her lips, struggling to shake her head, feeling close to suffocation.

However.

As she kept shaking her head, Sun Zhe was so comfortable it felt bone-melting, unable to help squinting his eyes.

Those soft lips rubbing left and right were truly wonderful.

Soon after.

Even amidst Fang Ruoxue’s unwilling struggles, Sun Zhe successfully fed himself into that mouth.

Looking down at her puffed cheeks, Sun Zhe retracted his hands to rest behind his head again, laughing, "Come on, Chairman Fang, whether you can harvest my Yang Essence depends on your own skills."

Fang Ruoxue glared up at him, exasperatedly pinching his thigh, yet she didn’t choose to spit it out.

Because it was already in, and she was already disgusted; spitting it out would just mean getting disgusted all over again later.

Rather than that, she might as well go with the flow.

Upon entering a mire, it would feel dirty, but once smeared by the filthy mud, nothing seemed important anymore.

Thus she closed her eyes, suppressing her nausea and discomfort, beginning to do her utmost to please Second Master Sun.

However, she ultimately lacked the skill and experience in this area.

Nearly twenty minutes passed, her cheeks aching, yet Sun Zhe still felt nothing.

"Can’t make it happen, let’s go to the hotel!"

Having lost patience, she released her grip, stood up, and looked at Sun Zhe with resentment.

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