Then there was Yutang; the young girl was staying with Aunt Yingji as well. Still, given Aunt Yingji's formidable abilities, it was unlikely she would face any serious trouble. What weighed most heavily on his mind was the sudden, violent jolt to his spirit he had just experienced; he had a vague feeling that it was deeply connected to him.
However, the fact that this coincided with the changes in the Black Street seemed too coincidental; perhaps the root of the issue lay within the Black Street itself.
He felt a strong urge to find the entrance to the Black Street and investigate; his instincts seemed to be telling him that this was a matter of great importance. Yet, before doing so, he had to fulfill the agreement he had made with Andrei.
Although Andrei was acting under the orders of the mastermind behind the scenes, he was not an enemy—otherwise, he wouldn't have handed over the elixir for repairing the *dantian* that Sister Zhiran had left behind.
After the battle in the mountains, he had struck a deal with Andrei: he would protect Yelena and her daughter, Alice, while Andrei would reveal the true identity of the mastermind and even provide assistance.
That was why he had traveled to Russia, where he successfully rescued Yelena and her daughter from that den of evil.
A few days prior, he had relayed the news to Andrei through an indirect channel and arranged a meeting; the agreement was that once Andrei confirmed the safety of the mother and daughter, he would reveal everything he knew.
The meeting place wasn't set at Lingxiu's home because Andrei had no intention of seeing Yelena or Alice—whose relationship to him was ambiguous, hovering somewhere between daughter and sister. In effect, he was entrusting their care entirely to him.
He had originally intended to meet Andrei sooner, but a series of events had caused delays.
Now, however, there was no time to lose; after a roundabout journey, he finally arrived at the designated meeting spot. It was an abandoned building, a relic of the 1990s, with moss and peeling paint covering every surface. Abandoned due to foundation subsidence, the area had been completely vacated—there wasn't even a homeless person in sight—making it the perfect place to hide.
But when Li Dong arrived, he didn't see Andrei.
Instead, he found a young woman standing there, graceful and smiling charmingly.
She was barefoot, her shapely, curvaceous, snow-white body draped in nothing but a sheer black veil; from the front, she was almost entirely naked.
She had a slender, alabaster neck and delicate collarbones. Her breasts were round, full, and bouncy, while her flat stomach dipped into an alluring triangle above a plump, gently rounded mound of Venus.
Neat, dark hair covered the mound in an inverted triangle, with a fine, soft trail extending down to the middle of her labia.
The hair there was incredibly soft and fine, arranged neatly along the curve of the outer lips without obscuring the tender, rosy-white flesh beneath.
"You're here..." she said, clasping her hands behind her hips and leaning slightly forward. Her breasts—smooth, firm, and full—swayed gently, their tips peeking out from the black veil. The nipples were a deep cherry hue, while the slightly raised areolas—roughly twice the size of a silver coin—were a smooth, tea-pink shade that faded into a soft, pale mauve at the edges.
She walked toward him with a cat-like grace, stepping lightly on the balls of her feet; her slender toes were tipped with black polish.
Her attire and posture blended a charming, youthful allure with a hint of wanton, seductive sensuality. "I knew you'd come; otherwise... how else would you know whom to take your revenge on?"
Li Dong fell silent for a moment before slowly asking, "Shen Weiwei... what are you doing here?"
The stunning young woman appearing before him was none other than Shen Weiwei, whom he had last seen on the cruise ship.
"Where is Andrei?"
If Shen Weiwei was here, then...
Sure enough, the young woman let out a playful, girlish giggle. She gently stroked her soft, full vulva, then dug her fingers between her labia, pulling out a viscous, cloudy strand of fluid.
She smiled and said, "Right here—"
Li Dong couldn't help but frown; seeing the strand of semen drawn from her labia stirred an inexplicable sense of irritation within him.
A closer look revealed that Shen Weiwei was drenched in sweat; her fair, tender skin glistened with moisture and was flushed with a faint, arousing pink hue.
Her nipples also glistened with wetness, and the area from the tips down to the centers of her breasts showed distinct redness—as if they had been vigorously sucked by a large mouth. One could easily picture the scene: the young woman's perky, jade-like breasts—areolas and nipples alike—being engulfed by a man's mouth, the soft flesh pulled and stretched, before finally slipping out with a lewd, wet sound.
Her inner thighs were also slick with fluid; cloudy liquid trickled down in rivulets, leaving scattered, milky-white spots on the ground where she had just been standing.
Clearly, she had been making love to someone not long ago—perhaps even the very moment before Li Dong arrived. And just what kind of beast-like creature had she been with to have so much semen deposited inside her? Shen Weiwei seemed to read his thoughts; her delicate hand gently parted a labium, revealing the flushed, tender flesh of her opening—slick with messy white fluids amidst the folds, the inner lips so red they looked ready to bleed.
Faintly visible was the fact that her outer labia did not fully close; they appeared stretched and everted, as if they had long been forced apart by a massive object.
As the fleshy folds were spread wide, a thick, frothy white fluid suddenly trailed out... Seeing Li Dong frown, Shen Weiwei pressed herself against him; her breasts lightly brushed his chest and her hands rested on his shoulders as she murmured softly, "Does it hurt your heart to see this?"
Shen Weiwei was one of the Seven Deadly Sins; he had not intended to let her get close, but seeing her expression, his heart inexplicably softened. "Shen Weiwei, what exactly are you trying to do?"
"You haven't answered my question yet."
"What?"
"Does it hurt your heart?"
Li Dong could not answer. He felt a sense of guilt toward Shen Weiwei; after all, four years ago, in a haze of confusion, he had taken her virginity—along with Yu Tang's.
It wasn't love, though there was a touch of pity... otherwise, a peaceful conversation would have been impossible with a living member of the Seven Deadly Sins standing right before him.
"I'm asking you again: where is Andre?"
"It's too late for your heart to ache..."
Shen Weiwei stepped back, her left hand gently caressing her belly. The look of wistful resentment on her face shifted into an indescribable, dark expression; though she giggled, the sound held none of a young girl's playfulness.
"I know who he is... but I won't tell you. Because... no one is luckier than I am..."
"Nor luckier than *it*."