Cachorro de Lamber por Trinta Anos, Ela Retorna aos 70 com uma Fortuna de 100 Bilhões

"Rrrrip..." The sound of tearing fabric accompanied a man's crisp, cool voice as it pierced her ears. "Ran-ran... give yourself to me..."

Ye Siran was so stimulated by the scene before her that she nearly had a nosebleed. The man's eyes were bloodshot, his pupils burning with overwhelming lust. His neck was arched, his body taut, and his forehead glistened with fine beads of sweat; even his breathing was searingly hot.

Yet, this was the very man who had just driven her to her death in her past life. No one could feel a spark of affection for the man who had caused their demise.

She angrily reached out to push him away, but the man was much faster; he pinned her arms above her head. He whispered coaxingly, "Be good, don't move. Isn't this what you wanted?"

His words caused the grievances Ye Siran had suppressed for over twenty years to gush forth. Her nose stung, and tears fell before she could stop them.

"Don't cry... we'll be married tomorrow," the man said, his voice dropping to a gravelly, sandpaper-like rasp.

Married?

Ye Siran stared at the man with his reddened eyes, one hand pinning hers while the other tore at her clothes. The handsome face—thin lips, sword-like brows, and a sharp, blade-like jawline—belonged to a man in his prime, just over twenty years old.

Her pupils suddenly dilated. She clenched her fists so tightly that her fingernails dug into her palms, causing a sharp pain that nearly made her cry out. Was she... reborn?

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