f they won, the Ding family could survive for now. If they lost, the Ding family might be completely crippled.But, even though she didn't know how the final game would turn out, she had to keep going....Si Kong Yanran had been watching several movies from small island nations since the afternoon, all in an effort to learn more about action. When she saw such thrilling action, her body was already extremely uncomfortable. Later, when she was cooking, although she suppressed it a bit, she still couldn't bear it.

During mealtimes, she used all sorts of tricks to tease Ye Fan, causing the flames within him to burn fiercely. And she herself was completely ignited as well.

On the big bed, finally having time to relax and enjoy their world as a couple, Si Kong Yanran closed her eyes, holding Ye Fan's neck, wildly twisting her waist, forgetting herself as she murmured softly, cooperating with Ye Fan again and again, seemingly expressing her love for him in this way.

An old man pushes a cart, Guanyin sits on a lotus, and a Japanese soldier carries a gun.

Familiar movements unfolded between the two. Some were learned from childhood movies by Si Kong Yan, while others were improvised on the spot.

"Ah"

When Si Kong Yanran reached the peak of happiness for the sixth time, the action film came to an abrupt end.

Only the last high note of the theme song lingered in the bedroom, fading slowly.

Perhaps because they were too immersed in the filming, both of them were drenched in sweat. Especially Si Kong Yanran, her whole body was soaked through, moist with a blush, and in those azure eyes that seemed to be closed but not quite, there was an unspeakable satisfaction. The layers of blush on her body seemed to indicate how happy she had been before.

Looking down at Si Kong Yanran, who was panting softly, Ye Fan stretched out his hand and gently brushed her long hair.

Every time Ye Fan moved, Si Kong Yanran's body would tremble involuntarily, the joy lingering for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, when Si Kong Yanran’s breathing became even, she opened her beautiful black eyes and extended her white hand to playfully tease Ye Feiqi's heaving chest: "It's my turn now, darling."

"Whoosh!"

As if summoned, the brothers beneath Ye Fan's feet once again raised their heads.

Before Ye Fan could react, Si Kong Yanran giggled and rolled over. She got off the bed, twisted her sexy hips, and gracefully left the bedroom.

Ten seconds later, Sikong Yanran returned.

She didn't go to the bathroom. Instead, she put on those ten-centimeter high heels she had prepared earlier and went back into the room.

"My dear, are you ready"

Half-leaning against the door, Si Kong Yanran, playing the role of a high-heeled queen, smiled wickedly.

When the time entered 3:00 AM, this earth-shattering and soul-stirring love action film finally came to an end.

On the big bed, Si Kong Yanran seemed to have been drained of all her energy, unable to move. She was like a little cat, lying in Ye Fan's arms, enjoying the tranquility after happiness.

While Ye Fan was enjoying the taste of "a cigar after the event, surpassing even immortals" with a genuine Cuban cigar in his mouth.

After an unknown amount of time, Si Kong Yanran slowly opened her captivating eyes. She saw Ye Fan smoking and deep in thought. Unable to help herself, she reached out and gently drew circles on Ye Fan's firm chest with her fingernails. In a soft voice, she said: "Xiao Fan, what are you thinking about"

"Want to hear" Ye Fan smirked wickedly, gently placing his hand on his aunt's proud bosom.

"Mn," Si Kong then leaned her head against Ye Fan's chest, saying softly.

"I was thinking, the female kitten transforming into a queen seemed to happen in an instant," Ye Fan said with a mischievous grin as he kneaded the peak of his aunt's mountain.

"Alright," Si Kong Yanyan chuckled shyly, then suddenly grasped Ye Fan's little brother while her body climbed up.

As the two of them once again staged a Queen's War, seven identical BMWs quietly drove into a resort on the outskirts of Liming City, lined up in a row. Subsequently, four people got off each car.

Under the resort's lights, twenty or so people exchanged glances and then, without a word, followed one person to the small lake beside the resort.

Two yachts were docked by the small lake. As people approached, the crew on board immediately came prepared, allowing over twenty people to board. After everyone had come aboard, the yachts slowly disappeared into the lake.

This resort has been around for over a decade. Although business has always been slow, it's remained open all these years. What's more, its geographical location is particularly elegant. It's surrounded by mountains, and behind the main building of the resort lies a small lake that stretches as far as the eye can see.

A small island formed in the middle of the lake, and the resort also developed it, building various clubs and holiday hotels on it. However, few people usually get to go to the island. It is said that no more than thirty people in the whole coastal city can stay in the island hotel.

Soon, the two yachts docked on the island. A group of people disembarked one by one from the yachts.

On the island, there was a man in his fifties, wearing a suit and a bit overweight, waiting for them. Seeing the group disembark from the yacht, the man stepped forward two steps, clasped his hands together, and said softly, "Welcome."

Upon seeing the middle-aged man, the twenty or so people immediately quickened their pace and respectfully said, "Greetings, Elder Mo."

"Come on in, I've prepared some delicious food for you all." Old Mo scanned the faces of the twenty-odd people and then smiled faintly, gesturing them inside.

"Master Mo, please go first." Everyone else hesitated, respectfully inviting Master Mo to lead the way.

Mr. Mo no longer hesitated and walked straight inside. Seeing Mr. Mo move, the others followed suit and went inside as well.

Don't be fooled by the simple exterior decoration, once you step into the hall, you realize there's a hidden world within. It can only be said that the owner of this place has a particularly refined taste. The entire hall is decorated like an ancient wooden house, yet it exudes a clean and elegant style. While not lacking in sophistication, it also returns to its original simplicity. The entire decoration is very close to nature, with a refreshing scent pervading the air.

And surrounding the hall were several paintings hanging on the walls. Even those in the know, upon seeing these paintings, seemed to be struck speechless, quietly and intently admiring them. On one wall to the right, there was a whole wall dedicated to displaying their collection, which instantly elevated the overall style of the hall.

Seeing everyone standing in front of the collection wall to admire the artifacts, Lao Mo remained silent, only smiling with a gentle expression as he stood at the forefront, accompanying them on their tour.

"Old Mo, if I'm not mistaken, this is a genuine work by Mi Fu, isn't it" Looking at the painting hanging on the right wall, a man in his forties had a fiery gleam in his eyes. He stood before the artwork for a long time before respectfully asking the old man standing beside him.

Mo Lao smiled and nodded, but he didn't speak.

When that person saw Lao Mo nod, the hot fervor in his eyes intensified. He stood transfixed before her, staring intently.; even at night, no lights were lit. What was even stranger was that the Indonesian man with his shoulders exposed could walk briskly in such dim light. It was unclear whether he was simply very famil...