I am nominally Chen Yan's fiancée.
In fact, he treated me as a plaything.
In order to negotiate a business deal, he filled me with cum and sent it to the bed of a greasy bald man.
With the last glimmer of clarity, I knocked on the door of his younger brother, who was known as the Flower of the High Mountain.
The man was wrapped in a loose bathrobe and stared at the crimson skin under my collarbone, his playful eyes full of desire.
He knew that I was crazy about wanting to marry his brother, so he joked: "Mrs. Chen, my brother's room is next door."
My voice is wet, as if it can drip water.
"So what, Chen Yan is not the only one with the surname Chen."
Intention: Love is more valuable
