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Ten trillion was credited to my account, but I could only spend it on women?!
I'm truly not a simp.
But I had no choice.
……
In order to spend all this money, Jiang Chen had to rack his brains and resort to all sorts of means.
Audiences: "Wrong, all wrong, this isn't a dog-like simp, obviously, it's a love wolf in battle!"

I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

When one no longer worries about material conditions, the pursuit of psychological thrills is inevitable.


Fang Ai's face was flushed red, her breathing heavy. One leg stretched out, from bottom to top, resting on the shoulder of the Caucasian chauffeur, her toes nearly touching the starry roof of the car.


She was in a haze, her eyes unfocused, her temples damp with sweat like a drowning fish.


The usually respectful Caucasian chauffeur looked cruel, tightening the belt around her neck like he was dealing with a slave.


Fang Ai arched her head back desperately, her eyes starting to roll back, her hands unconsciously clutching at the belt tightening around her neck. Although she appeared to be in pain, unable to breathe, she didn't struggle at all.


Such a demand was beyond the abilities of Ding He, the gentlemanly lawyer, but for the strong-bodied Caucasian chauffeur, it was nothing.


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