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However, on the other hand, this was the first time Lin Yaodong had ever been so forcefully provoked by a woman like this.

It feels... quite novel.

Although he had played role-playing games with Aoyama Rinko before, he already knew her background by then, so it was ultimately a bit lacking.

This woman in front of him was different; she genuinely saw him as an inexperienced young man trying to seduce him, and he was happy to play along.

This unspoken, ambiguous game has its own unique charm.

At this time.

The female dealer pushed the payout chips in front of Lin Yaodong—two hundred became four hundred.

Ma Ling's 100,000 also became 200,000.

After the collection and payment were completed, the female dealer covered the dice cup, pressed it a few times to make the dice jump inside, and the dice made a crisp sound as they collided inside the cup, and the game continued.

"Thirty seconds to place your bet. Please place your bet." The female dealer's voice was mechanical yet pleasant.

After saying that, she glanced at Lin Yaodong again.

Men can't help but take a second look when they see a beautiful woman.

Women are the same as men.

"Ah Dong, what are you buying this time?"

Ma Ling leaned forward even more, and a few strands of her long, wavy hair fell down, wrapping around Lin Yaodong's neck. The hair brushed against him, making him feel a little itchy.

The fragrance of perfume wafts towards you, lingering around your nose. It's a floral scent with an oriental undertone, rich yet not gaudy.

Most importantly, Lin Yaodong could clearly feel the headlight pressing against his back, and he could even feel its amazing elasticity and slight deformation.

Even through two thin layers of clothing, the softness and warmth were clearly felt, carrying a hint that made one's heart race.

What a vixen! This woman is definitely a veteran among veterans, her skill level is not low... Lin Yaodong secretly took a breath, suddenly clenched his fist, his fingertips dug into his palm, using a slight stinging pain to suppress the rising blood and qi.

He took two deep breaths, trying to keep his voice steady: "Still, buy the bigger one..."

As he spoke, he casually tossed the four hundred chips in front of him toward the "big" direction without even looking at them, because his mind was no longer on them.

His mind was now filled with the sensations behind him and the faint breathing around his neck.

Ma Ling's gaze followed the flying chips, but she saw the four hundred chips trace an arc, deviate from their direction, and land in a special square in the betting area.

It was a pattern of three sixes, with small print next to it: Leopard, odds 1:150.

"The leopard...did it make a mistake because it was nervous...?" A hint of amusement flashed in Ma Ling's eyes, and the smile on her lips deepened.

Her fingers rested against Lin Yaodong's carotid artery, and she could clearly feel his pulse quickening. The thumping sound of his heartbeat traveled through his skin to her fingertips, rapid and powerful.

This is the most genuine physiological reaction; it can't be faked.

She smiled with satisfaction, pushed the chips on the table forward, and then placed a three-of-a-kind bet—two hundred thousand.

Those onlookers who saw this scene probably wanted to say: Is this woman crazy? Buying a leopard?

The probability of getting a leopard is so low, a 150x payout isn't easy to come by.

In the Sic Bo game, betting on Big or Small has almost a 50% chance of winning, while you might not see a Three of a Kind even once in a whole night of playing.

Then they suddenly realized—this woman didn't care about winning or losing at all; she was just trying to make this pretty boy happy.

To put it another way, wouldn't they act the same way when picking up girls?

Two hundred thousand dollars for an ambiguous pose, for a whispered secret—in the Lisboa Casino, this deal doesn't seem like a bad one.

But at this moment...

"They're really willing to spend money on a pretty boy..." someone thought sourly, but their eyes lingered on Ma Ling's retreating figure.

That waist-to-hip ratio, that perfect curve wrapped in the skirt, it's simply a gift from the Creator.

"Place your bet now, it's open." The female dealer, seeing that the time was up, pressed the switch and opened the dice cup.

She looked down at the three dice, and the moment her gaze settled on them, she froze, as if she had been frozen in place. She didn't speak for a full two seconds, and even her breathing seemed to stop.

The surrounding gamblers noticed something was amiss and craned their necks, some even standing up to get a better look.

The female dealer finally came to her senses, her voice trembling with disbelief: "Six, six, six! A leopard!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, the onlookers, who had been secretly glancing at Ma Ling's figure, all turned their gazes to the dice cup, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"It really is three sixes, a leopard!"

"A 1:150 ratio! Two hundred thousand, that's... thirty million!!"

The shout immediately attracted the attention of several nearby tables, and people around stood up, causing a small commotion.

Some people stood up and looked in their direction, and even more people gathered around, creating a surging crowd.

"Seriously, someone here won 200,000 yuan with a triple!!"

"Thirty million!!"

"Holy crap!! We've struck it rich! We've really struck it rich!" A middle-aged man slapped his thigh, his face full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"I should have placed a bet of tens of thousands of yuan!!"

He was so focused on looking at Ma Ling that he was just looking at her.

"Who won? Who's so lucky?"

"It's that beautiful woman..."

Everyone followed the gaze to Ma Ling. The men's eyes lit up as they saw her alluring and beautiful face and her hot figure. Then they saw Lin Yaodong being tightly hugged from behind by Ma Ling, almost completely encircled in her arms.

Under the casino's dim lighting, that face was so perfect it seemed unreal. Its eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, its nose was high and straight, its thin lips were slightly pursed, and its temperament was cool and aloof with a touch of lazy detachment.

The gold-rimmed glasses added a touch of artistic and scholarly air that older men who frequent these occasions often lack, making him look like a noble young man who had strayed into the mortal world, or a graceful young man who had stepped out of a painting.

Why? Why does this kid get all the good things?

The same thought popped into the men's minds: they wished they could take his place.

The women, on the other hand, were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment when they saw how beautiful and well-proportioned Ma Ling was.

Her waist was defined, her hips were defined, and her face was so alluring that it was impossible to look away.

Then I saw Ma Ling holding Lin Yaodong...

So handsome... How can there be such a perfect-looking man...?

They desperately wanted to rush forward, tear off that slut clinging to Lin Yaodong, and replace her with themselves.

"Ah Dong, you're amazing!" Ma Ling was pleasantly surprised herself; she hadn't expected that her casual follow would actually win.

She hugged Lin Yaodong from behind, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she was practically hanging on him.

Now, his head was really sandwiched between a pair of headlights, the soft sides squeezing his cheeks, warm and elastic.

This feeling... is so fulfilling... Lin Yaodong thought to himself, his nose filled with the scent of her perfume and a faint, lingering body fragrance.

A shy yet excited smile appeared on his face, like that of a naive young boy: "It's all because I met Sister Ling that I'm so lucky..."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head, his eyes filled with a hint of probing and seriousness, his clear, watery eyes behind his glasses: "Sister Ling, can I discuss something with you?"

"Oh? Go ahead." Ma Ling's lips curled up, a look of determination flashing in her eyes.

She thought Lin Yaodong was going to ask her for money next; after all, who wouldn't be tempted by 30 million?

Even if you only get a fraction of it, it's still three million.

For a young person dressed plainly who looks like a newcomer, this is an astronomical figure.

Then she can take the opportunity to make requests... like, spend a few days with her...

With such a handsome face and such a clean-cut aura, it's absolutely worth the money.