He had sprinted with all his might the entire way, and even with his extraordinary stamina, he couldn't help but gasp for breath. Upon reaching the rooftop and seeing Fan Junlan standing right on the edge, he furrowed his brows and hurriedly asked, "What do you think you’re doing?"
Fan Junlan was still wearing her favorite trench coat, her hands tucked into her pockets as she sat on the meter-high ledge. One slip, and she would fall. This was over thirty stories up, and unlike Lin Chudong, she didn't have the physique to survive such a drop; she would certainly die.
Her hair was a bit disheveled, pulled back into a simple bun at the nape of her neck. Stray locks of hair and bangs fluttered gently against her face in the breeze, lending a unique charm to her slightly haggard expression. It had to be said that among all the women Lin Chudong knew, although Fan Junlan was the oldest, she possessed the most profound allure. Having been intimate with her so many times, seeing her pale complexion now left a sour, uncomfortable feeling in his heart.
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