The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Unable to control himself, W gently stroked and touched Tang Tang with his palm and face, his narrow and moist eyes fixed on her.

He still hasn't forgotten the scene when he first met Tang Tang in the Amazon.

She is mysterious and cunning, powerful and free, and even the King is willing to be captivated by her.

W never doubted that Tang Tang's seemingly weak body actually contained unparalleled power.

Even at this moment, W could still laugh and think for a moment... who knows, maybe one kick from her could smash his head into a rotten watermelon.

W's mind races, and sometimes he can't control it effectively. Having witnessed too much violence and death, the moment that seemingly joking thought crossed his mind, blurry images uncontrollably appeared.

His head was indeed kicked open by Tang Tang, his skin and bones shattered like a broken watermelon rind, and bright red blood and brain tissue spurted out like juice...

W's fingers trembled slightly with excitement, his breathing quickened, and his chest heaved. His gaze towards Tang Tang deepened, and certain indescribable reactions grew stronger.

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Tang Tang was just jokingly teasing W; this level of intimacy was no different from holding hands and kissing to her.

She originally wanted to step on W a couple of times to test the feel of her feet... but then she noticed that W's eyes were getting increasingly strange.

His beautiful and handsome face was facing Tang Tang, and his skin was as white and smooth as a pearl.

However, W's gaze at this moment was hard to describe. Most importantly, he was looking at Tang Tang with a blush on his face and very red lips. One might think that Tang Tang had done something to him.

W's mind seemed to be lost in some kind of fantasy at this moment. Tang Tang felt that W was indeed very morbid... but she had to admit that the more morbid W was, the more beautiful she was.

She stared at W, her gaze not innocent, but rather carrying a hint of savoring, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

The morbid W, whose entire body is in disarray and helpless, is like a pitiful and powerless beautiful creature, which may arouse sadistic and dark thoughts in the hearts of onlookers.

Tang Tang hadn't lied before.

W should be thankful she's not some kind of pervert, otherwise, seeing someone like W, regardless of whether they're male or female, would surely drive W to her death.

Fortunately, most people can't beat W.

Thinking of this, Tang Tang suddenly laughed.

She looked at W, who was still staring at her without moving and seemed to be thinking about something. Suddenly, Tang Tang pulled her foot away from W's hand.

The softness and warmth in her palm vanished instantly, and W snapped back to reality, instinctively reaching out to hold on.

Then Tang Tang raised her leg and placed her foot directly against W's chest, stopping him from getting any closer.

W was taken aback, her face showing some suppressed anger and grievance, but she was forced to stop approaching and could only maintain the gesture of reaching out.

Tang Tang looked at him with a teasing gaze, a half-smile on her face, and tilted her head curiously, asking W, "W, what were you thinking about just now?"

W's voice was soft and husky, carrying an undisguised longing and repression.

He looked at Tang Tang, "I'm thinking..."

“I was thinking, if you killed me,” he slowly withdrew his hand, grasped Tang Tang’s leg that was pressed against his chest, and then slowly moved down, finally grasping her ankle, “it would hurt a lot… but maybe it would also be very pleasurable.”

His eyes were soft and moist, and his beautiful face was flushed with a hint of infatuation. He was full of contradictions, possessing both the beauty of a young boy and the desires of a grown man.

Tang Tang looked at him, her eyes narrowed slightly, "I'm not going to make a losing deal like killing you."

Ignoring W's hand gently gripping her ankle, she simply exerted a little force, pushing him back slightly.

Tang Tang stepped in a good spot, separated by a layer of chest cavity, inside which was W's still-beating heart.

Even through just a thin layer of socks, Tang Tang could feel W's full, elastic muscles and his burning body temperature.

W was kneeling below Tang Tang, who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, so the hem of her dress was pulled up a little because of her posture.

At this moment, Tang Tang casually lifted her leg slightly to step on W, causing W to raise its eyes slightly and see some ambiguous scenery.

Tang Tang didn't care at all; she was just busy looking at and appreciating W.

W's gaze was fixed on Tang Tang. He saw her as the hand that pulled him back to the mortal world, and therefore she was his final destination in life.

If the tragic deaths of his parents when he was young were W's death.

So after Tang Tang pulled him out of the quagmire, it was W's rebirth.

Therefore, W's distorted and unhealthy mind regards Tang Tang as the mother who gave him a new life.

Therefore, he longed for her.

It's like Jesus longing for Mary.

It's like a child longing for the embrace of the Virgin Mary.

He also longed for her, longed to reclaim everything, and to find completeness of his soul in her.

Tang Tang felt that W's gaze was too devout and too intimate... His devout gaze was even different from that of Tang Xiao and the others.

But for a moment, Tang Tang didn't know how to determine the twisted emotions contained in W's gaze.

"What are you thinking about?" Tang Tang was really curious about W now; he was so contradictory and so beautiful. "W."

"This thought—— I want to love you, I want to teke you, I want a bound together."

W's tone was incredibly tender, carrying a child's pleading with their mother, yet also tinged with ambiguity and teasing, "Mama, Mama, Mama—let this be my prayer. May I? You saved me as the Virgin received the divine breath."

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Tang Tang hadn't expected W to be thinking something like this... Her expression froze, and she looked genuinely stunned...

However, W was eager for it. He stepped forward and, like a child dependent on his mother, pulled Tang Tang's legs directly into his arms.

However, W is not a child; he is a tall, powerful, and extremely dangerous adult male who has killed countless people.

He called out "Mom," but his burning palms were pressed tightly against Tang Tang's thighs, and his fingers deftly pried open the edge of her stockings.

"Mommy, I need you. Take me to that after where we unmake each other."

" Let this be our munion—— You praise me only prayer. "

[Author: W You Big Pervert]