The lights were dim and the two people sitting by the bed seemed a little ambiguous.

At least that's true for Fan Bing.

Under the windbreaker, her slender and white thighs were tightly pressed against Lin An without any scruples, and her right hand was on his knee, leaning on her upper body so that the two of them were almost pressed together.

The subtle, ambiguous feeling sways on the silk thread, swaying left and right.

It's just like the fine needle in my heart.

Fan Bing's cheeks were slightly red, and the jade hands pressed on Lin An's legs were trembling.

However, facing the beauty in front of him, Lin An seemed indifferent.

Under his calm eyes, he seemed to be thinking about something.

“hua”

On the black leather boots, the metal chains are pulled apart.

She freed up her left hand and didn't want to leave Lin An. She shook her body and hooked her feet, and then slowly pulled down the chains on her leather boots.

A pair of barefoots pulled out of the boots, and their round toes were white, gently stomping on the edge of the bed.

Seeing that Lin An was not obstructed, her breathing suddenly became a little messy, and her drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.

He was as brave as if he was two points bigger.

The right hand was removed from the man's leg, then slowly put it on the windbreaker to tie the waist, staring at his face in a daze, and his red lips opened:

"Look at me"

The sound is like a mosquito and flies, but it cannot be concealed.

The temperature in the room is slightly lower, and it is always the case in the evening.

She slowly slid down her windbreaker, revealing her pure white shirt. She moved very slowly, but had a strange beauty.

In the darkness, the buttons on the shirt were unbuttoned one by one, revealing the snow-white skin.

When the last button was unbuttoned, Fan Bing, who was half kneeling on the bed, crawled towards Lin An with a calm eyes and hugged him.

She put her hands around his shoulders, then leaned her chest tightly against Lin An's chest.

Hot, cold.

Lin An could feel the softness on his chest, and the snow-whiteness could be seen vaguely under the space of his unbuttoned shirt.

Dirty, snow-white, embracing each other.

It's just like the freeze-framed picture in a movie.

Her right fingertips gently slid against Lin An’s chest, and her left hand twisted up her shirt and pulled down her shoulders.

With shortness of breath, Fan Bing raised his head and looked beautiful.

When the last shirt was taken off and gently threw it under the bed, the skin as naked as jade fat was exposed to the slight coolness.

She mustered up the courage to straighten her body, her tied hair spread on her shoulders, and showed her most beautiful side to Lin An without any scruples. Then she leaned her head toward Lin An's lips and murmured:

"I want me"

"Then, take me away"

The moment the lips and teeth were touching each other, Lin An suddenly turned his head and pinched her chin with his right hand like an iron pliers.

The touch in his hands is lubricating and gentle, but it does not hinder the coldness in his eyes:

"You are not qualified to trade with me."

"If you are useful, I will naturally save your life."

"Now."

"You just need to tell me what Li Lei's talent is."

The sound is cold and unquestionable.

Fan Bing's head was tilted back, and the sudden change made her unbelievable.

The beautiful eyes are full of incomprehensible.

Her naked body trembled in the air, and such an attractive picture seemed to disappear in Lin An's eyes.

Why?

Without time to think, the windbreaker under the control of mind power instantly draped on her body, and the paper and pen that had originally dropped to the ground were thrown in front of her.

“Write now.”

Lin An's cold voice seemed to be incompetent, unkind.

Worried, lost, and even a little humiliated.

Fan Bing stared at the white paper in front of her, and his eyes turned red in an instant.

Why can't I do this?

She was once as proud as she thought she had left everything behind.

She almost didn't care about any dignity and gave everything she had.

But in the eyes of outsiders, he regards himself as a treasure, and in Lin An's eyes, he is like a useless blank paper.

Unbelievable, she stubbornly raised her head, pulled off the windbreaker she was wearing, and her eyes were moist:

"Do you really have no feelings for me?"

"What kind of thing do you like! I have all the looks you like!"

"I don't believe you are not moved!"

Her beautiful appearance and confusing methods are the capital she is proud of. She feels humiliated and cannot stand this blow.

Lin An frowned slightly when he saw this.

Women are often emotional, just like Fan Bing in front of them, now they are out of control because they ignore her.

I completely forgot what her real purpose was.

Forget it, Li Lei's talent must be obtained from her.

Tolerating, Lin An controlled the paper and pen to float in front of her, and his tone became gentler:

"If you can't write it out for two minutes, you'll die."

Fan Bing was stunned when he heard the sound, and felt that the man in front of him was a devil.

A minute later, Lin An looked at the talent information listed on the white paper with a serious look, and was surrounded by Fan Bing, who was full of grievance and anger on his face.

"A-level high-level talent: Tianyun gathers spirits."

"Tianyun Gathering Spirits: All attributes +1 (lower level +), hidden attributes: Luck +5."

"Passive skill 1-Tianluck: Under the guidance of luck, you will gain lucky abilities that are far beyond ordinary people, and you can avoid disasters and perceive dangers."

"The equipment explosion rate is increased, the prop explosion rate is increased, the chance of obtaining psychic fruits is increased, and the chance of critical strike is increased."

"Reduce the chance of disasters in your area, reduce the chance of supernatural events, reduce the chance of meme events, and reduce the chance of encountering special events."

"Passive Skill 2-Son of Luck (Weak): The difficulty of the system tasks is reduced and the task reward is increased. You will not receive a death-level task. Any actions of yours will be corrected under luck and will develop in a beneficial direction."

"Passive Skill 3-Destiny (weak): The success rate of any idea will increase, and any event you do will become what you want."

"Note: Weak [what destiny belongs to], the success rate of any action will be affected by rationality, logic, and actual success rate."

"For example, if you commit suicide by holding a revolver, if you have 6 bullets (full magazines) in the revolver, you cannot trigger the [Destiny Return], but if there are 5 bullets, you will hardly be hit by the bullet."

"Note: This effect will be weakened or strengthened according to actual conditions. When the enemy's strength is too strong, the skill will be weakened."

"Active Skills: Gathering Spirits"

"Spirit Gathering: consumes mental power, gathers free spiritual energy in the air and causes damage according to the time of accumulation."

"Any attack you can have psychic damage and can continue to accumulate energy."

"Note: As the awakened person of the Tianyun Spirit Gathering Talent, you are equivalent to the main characters of the game within the current range in the system's judgment."

A long silence.

Lin An's mental power was shocked, and in an instant he shook the white paper in his hand to pieces.

He took a deep breath, and the light flashed in his eyes.

A-level talent, natural luck gathering spirits. Or it is almost a talent comparable to S-level.

With such an exaggerated talent, no wonder Li Lei dares to have his ideas

The entire talent has many passive skills that are terrifyingly numerous, which can be called the protagonist template.

With the blessing of system cheating, even a pig can become a strong man.

Although the attack skills are slightly worse, they are much stronger than the B-level talent.

Lucky luck.
To be continued...