Flint Red

For Chen Cheng, thirty means interest—the interest rate.
From 3,000, to 100,000, to a million, to ten million, and then to over a hundred million...
An ever-increasing amount of principal, an endless stream of interest.
With money generating money, compounded interest calculations made Chen Cheng exclaim:
This money can't be spent! Absolutely can't be spent! For a lifetime, I can't finish spending it!

Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely

The moonlight outside the window quietly poured in, delineating an amply voluptuous and elegant figure on the small bed in the attic.


It was none other than Xiao Meier, her willowy waist even more delicate in the moonlight, like a piece of warm and translucent white jade.


Like a lover's hand, the moonlight gently caressed her soft curves, each part emanating an enchanting luster, revealing a captivating charm.


Chen Cheng's gaze lingered over her, from her flushed face to her moistened eye corners, and then to her slightly parted vermillion lips, every part making his heart flutter.


The kiss just now left Xiao Meier's cheeks tinged with a fanciful crimson, alluring like a freshly picked peach.


She bit her red lips secretly, as if savoring the intimacy of a moment ago, the taste making her both nervous and anticipatory.


Chapter 85: Intimacy Under the Moonlight (Please Subscribe)