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Chapter 515 Object Thrown from High-Rise at Night—And It Was a Living Person!
Her slightly open neckline revealed a delicate collarbone, which rose and fell gently with her breath.
The suppressed heat within him now surged forth like wildfire breaking free of its shackles, almost consuming his reason.
He smiled bitterly to himself and confessed: God is my witness, it's not that I lack willpower... it's just that this demon is too powerful, every move is deadly, she was born to take lives.
Alcohol dulls the senses, but it also completely tears away the layers of rationality that are usually wrapped up.
At this moment, Jiang Wanyi's consciousness had already sunk into a chaotic warm ocean, a state of complete "selflessness" and primal indulgence.
In her perception, the world was blurry and slow-moving; only the warmth and strength emanating from the man beside her, and the familiar and reassuring aura emanating from him, were the only real presences.
Whether it was the previous boisterous revelry or the steamy atmosphere in the bathroom, it all seemed to transform into gentle, intoxicating waves enveloping her in her dulled senses.
It is precisely this unreserved, completely trusting attachment and dependence, mixed with the vulnerability and frankness after drinking, that creates an indescribable, soul-stirring allure.
Even Ye Fan, who had weathered many storms and seen the world, felt an unprecedented shock in the face of this pure and passionate "instinct," his mind wavering, and he exclaimed that he was overwhelmed...
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The crescent moon outside the window had quietly set in the west, its cool glow slanting into the living room, and time silently slipped into the quiet depths of the early morning.
In the bedroom, after a frenzied and unrestrained release, Jiang Wanyi seemed to have all her strength drained away. She slumped softly in Ye Fan's arms, her breathing quickly becoming even and long, and she drifted into a deep and sweet dream.
Ye Fan carefully tucked her in, put a silk robe on her, and quietly walked into the living room, his bare feet touching the cold floor.
He pulled out a cigarette case from the coffee table, flicked out a cigarette, and a pale blue flame popped up in the dim light, lighting a cigarette after the act.
He leaned against the large French windows, gazing at the deep, inky night sky and sparse stars at the edge of the city, letting the spiciness of nicotine linger in his lungs, enjoying the rare tranquility and emptiness after the passion subsided.
However, when the cigarette in his fingertips was only half burned, something unexpected happened!
"Splash—!"
A piercing sound suddenly tore through the silent night sky!
Immediately afterwards, a huge, heavy black shadow, accompanied by a chilling, piercing sound, plummeted straight down from the height above Ye Fan's head like an out-of-control weight!
"Damn it! Who the hell threw things from a high-rise building in the middle of the night?" Ye Fan cursed instinctively, but his heart was gripped tightly by a cold hand in the next millisecond.
The falling silhouette flashed by in the moonlight, clearly a human figure with limbs outstretched!
My scalp exploded instantly!
Without a second thought, Ye Fan stubbed out his cigarette on the windowsill and rushed to the window like a cheetah, leaning out to look down.
In the dim moonlight, a horrifying scene came into view.
A man completely covered in tight black clothes is suspended in mid-air in an extremely bizarre and dangerous posture!
The professional climbing ropes that were originally used to assist in rappelling around his waist and shoulders now acted like deadly nooses, tightly strangling his neck at the moment of his fall due to their angle or entanglement!
The man's face had turned from a purplish-brown from lack of oxygen to a deathly ashen color, and his eyeballs rolled upwards in pain, leaving almost only the whites of his eyes visible.
His hands frantically clawed at the rigging stuck in his Adam's apple, like a drowning man trying to pry open a crack.
His trachea was violently compressed, and all he could make from his throat was a sickening "hoarse...crack..." sound. He was convulsing violently like a fish being hoisted up, and it looked like he was about to be strangled to death on the spot!
Regardless of why this person sneaked in late at night or what their purpose was, saving lives is of utmost urgency!
Ye Fan's eyes sharpened; his enhanced nerve reflexes and physical strength gave him absolute confidence.
His left foot was firmly planted on the corner of the wall below the windowsill, and his entire upper body suddenly shot out of the window with astonishing explosive force!
With his left hand, his five fingers like hooks dug deep into the cold, hard cracks of the window sill to hold his body in place.
His right hand, like a hawk hunting its prey, swiftly and precisely reached out and gripped the climbing rope, which was taut like a steel cable because it bore the weight of the man!
"Move over here!" Ye Fan roared, his voice like a muffled thunderclap!
The muscles on his arms bulged and bulged instantly, veins popping out, and a terrifying force erupted, pulling the rope, which was suspending a weight of over a hundred pounds, much closer to his window!
The man in black below was already gripped by the fear of death, his hands and feet kicking and grabbing wildly in the void, which only increased the difficulty of the rescue and the danger to himself.
"Don't move! Are you looking for death? Grab the security bars!" Ye Fan's voice was deep and iron-like, carrying an unquestionable command and a powerful deterrent force that pierced through the other party's panic.
The man in black grasped at the last straw, his instinct for survival overcoming the pain and fear of suffocation.
He mustered all his strength, stretched his arms upwards, and grabbed tightly the edge of the sturdy metal security window of the apartment below Ye Fan's!
With that hug, the deadly pressure on his neck finally eased a little, and he immediately jumped back into the water like a stranded fish, opening his mouth wide greedily and painfully, swallowing the precious air violently and desperately, emitting a hissing sound like a broken bellows.
Ye Fan quickly scanned the angle; pulling the person up directly would likely cause the rope to tighten around their neck again.
Without hesitation, he turned around and rushed back to the bedroom. With a quick glance, he grabbed a sturdy, pure cotton bed sheet!
Grasp both ends of the bed sheet with your hands, use your waist and abdomen to twist it into a stronger rope, just like twisting a braid!
"Grab this! Both hands! Squeeze it tight!" Ye Fan leaned out of the window again and lashed one end of the rope like a whip at the terrified man in black below.
"Okay...okay..." A hoarse voice, like sandpaper scraping, came through with difficulty. The man in black, with his trembling hands, used the last of his strength to tightly grip the life-saving rope.
"Don't look down! Hold on tight!" Ye Fan shouted again, reminding him sharply.
He took a deep breath, and like an ancient pine tree taking root, his legs burst forth with astonishing power, firmly anchoring him to the window.
The muscles in his arms bulged like steel winches as he began to painstakingly and alternately pull the rope upwards inch by inch!
After a brief respite, the man in black outside regained some composure and strength, and with a desperate effort, he kicked and stomped on the security bars of the window, using them to climb upwards.
This thrilling battle, a fight for survival against death, lasted for a full five or six minutes.
Every second felt like an eternity.
Finally, with a heavy thud and a suppressed groan, Ye Fan dragged the exhausted man in black through the window and slammed him onto the cold living room floor.