But now, he was in front of her, kissing another woman with such deep affection, such fervent passion, that Han Bi's heart felt as if it were being sliced apart by a razor blade, one cut after another.
Lin Ning, Tang Shuwen, and other close friends were also dumbfounded. Second Young Master Ye was known for his promiscuity, changing women like clothes, yet they had never seen him kiss anyone like this.
Real and fake, fake and real, who was acting? Who was watching the play?
Wēnnuǎn's mind went blank with nervousness. This wasn't the first time he had kissed her, but it was the most shocking.
Fang Liucheng and Han Bi were both there, yet he kissed her so carelessly, so possessively.
Ye Feimo, have you lost your mind?
Her eyes were filled with panic as she let him plunder every sweet inch of her, finally releasing her when he was sated.
Her face flushed crimson, burning like fire.
Ye Feimo turned around, holding her in his arms, his gaze coldly fixed on Fang Liucheng. "Fang Liucheng, do you still think we're joking?"
He walked closer to Fang Liucheng, lowered his voice, and said with a cold smile, "I should really thank you for delivering her to my bed."
As the banquet ended, Ye Feimo held Wēnnuǎn and strode away under the gazes of others, some surprised, some shocked. It was Second Young Master Ye's usual style: doing as he pleased, arrogant and unrestrained.
Wēnnuǎn remained silent the whole way. He didn't seem to be in a good mood either. They didn't speak a word to each other. It was already past one o'clock when they returned to the apartment.
She took off the rosetear necklace and gave it to him.
"I won't take today's events seriously. Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble," Wēnnuǎn said with a smile, clearly distinguishing between what was real and what was fake.
Ye Feimo took off his coat, a hint of laziness in his every movement. He sat on the sofa, glancing at her coldly. "Miss Wēn, you are truly understanding."
Wēnnuǎn raised an eyebrow and retorted without yielding, "Could it be that Second Young Master Ye wishes I would take it seriously?"
Ye Feimo played with the rosetear in his hand, the corner of his lips slightly upturned. "Miss Wēn, do you have some peculiar fetish?"
"What do you mean?" Wēnnuǎn asked, bewildered.
"Unless you have some peculiar fetish, why would you rather be a mistress than a proper fiancée?" Ye Feimo chuckled coldly.
Wēnnuǎn gave two forced laughs. "Hehe, Second Young Master Ye, you are definitely not my type. I'm racially biased."
"Before I get tired of you, you'll be whatever I want you to be. Remember, during this time, I am your owner," he said, then stood up and went upstairs, his coat casually draped over his shoulder, his movements unusually smooth.
Wēnnuǎn was speechless. She really thought Ye Feimo's reaction ability was extraordinarily strong. She called him a beast, and he didn't even hesitate before calling her a beast in another way?
How many scoldings must he have endured since childhood to develop such a quick reflex?
Second Young Master Ye was indeed not her type.
"Miss Wēn, come up and serve the young master," Ye Feimo said as he walked, throwing another bewildering sentence at Wēnnuǎn.
Serve the young master?
Damn it, did he take her, his grandma, for a maid?
Sharing a bed with Second Young Master Ye was a very painful experience.
Her eyes wide open, she stared at the ceiling and sighed for the hundred and first time. How could anyone sleep with an ice block lying next to them?
She was used to Second Young Master Ye being a beast. The last time, he almost did that to her on the carpet in the downstairs living room. What a beastly man! With such a reputation outside and such high demands, it was incredibly unsettling when such a man suddenly acted like a gentleman. Wēnnuǎn felt a strong sense of incongruity.
In her mind, Second Young Master Ye was synonymous with a beast.
Unexpectedly, he actually slept peacefully. However, Wēnnuǎn's tense nerves became even more strained.
Just as she sighed for the hundred and second time, Ye Feimo suddenly threw back the covers, his tall frame looming over her. In the darkness, his eyes were black and deep, like the still waters of an ancient pond.
Wēnnuǎn was startled, then thought, "Oh, this is the real Second Young Master Ye. This beastly behavior is reasonable and logical." She mentally scolded herself, "Tsk, tsk, Wēnnuǎn, you idiot, you're actually hoping he'll come on to you."
Her eyelid twitched.
"Miss Wēn, do you want it very much?" Ye Feimo asked coldly. Wēnnuǎn was taken aback. What did he say? Want it very much? While she was thinking, Ye Feimo had already seriously begun to unbutton her pajamas.
One button...
Two buttons...
...
Wēnnuǎn scrambled up, her hands pressed against his chest, and gave two more insincere laughs to smooth things over. "Hehe, Second Young Master Ye, I don't want it at all. Sleep, sleep."
"Is that so?" Ye Feimo expressed doubt about this statement. In the darkness, Wēnnuǎn only saw his deep eyes carrying a hint of fatal allure. "Miss Wēn, are you sure you don't want it very much?"
Wēnnuǎn shook her head like a rattle-drum. Sob, sob, Second Young Master Ye, you are indeed a seasoned veteran. You can even say such things so calmly. You are truly the elder brother of a stud.
Ye Feimo snorted heavily. "Miss Wēn, don't be polite. If your needs are very great, I don't mind satisfying you."
Satisfying your own lust, more like? Wēnnuǎn wisely kept her opinions to herself.
"Second Young Master Ye, can we go to sleep now?" Wēnnuǎn heard her own voice, so artificial it made her want to vomit.
Ye Feimo rolled over and lay back down, his clear and cold voice very distinct in the night. "Miss Wēn, since you don't want it, then don't make those sounds that make it seem like you do. As your man, hearing such sounds hurts my pride."
Wēnnuǎn was dumbfounded.
A generation gap of three years? She and Second Young Master Ye definitely had a generation gap.
Why did the sound of her sighing sound like she wanted him in his ears? Second Young Master Ye, is your brain filled with pornographic material 24 hours a day, yes, yes?
The Earth can no longer bear your perversion. Hurry back to Mars.
Ye Feimo hooked his arm around Wēnnuǎn and pulled her into his embrace, saying with a hint of weariness, "I'm very tired today. Even if you want it very much, please be considerate of my body. I'll satisfy you another day."
Wēnnuǎn petrified once again.
Second Young Master Ye, can you go to sleep? Can you shut up?
Not long after, steady and rhythmic breathing sounded beside her. Wēnnuǎn was taken aback, thinking that he had been on a flight for over ten hours, then attended a banquet, and seen his former lover after several years of separation. Exhausted mentally and physically, he must be very tired.
She let out a sigh of relief. This man was truly... a contradictory, perverted, and awkward combination.
Ye Feimo thought that with a woman sleeping beside him, he definitely wouldn't be able to sleep. Who knew that he would fall asleep in less than ten minutes while holding her, and sleep soundly through the night, without even nightmares disturbing him?
Over the years, she was the first woman to lie beside him.
Wēnnuǎn thought that in Ye Feimo's arms, she would definitely not be able to sleep either. Who knew that she would also sleep soundly through the night? When she woke up in the morning and saw an enlarged handsome face, she was so startled that she momentarily forgot she had shared a bed with him. Panicking, she retreated, and accidentally rolled off the bed with the blanket, hitting the bedside table. "Ah, my goodness, that hurt!"
Ye Feimo got up leisurely, glanced at her with disdain, and went into the bathroom to wash up. Wēnnuǎn rubbed her aching head and cursed Ye Feimo's entire family.
Turning her head to look at the clock, she was startled. "Wow, I'm going to be late!"
Wēnnuǎn rushed into the bathroom to wash up. Ye Feimo was already washing, but she couldn't care less. She quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face, muttering curses while brushing. Ye Feimo looked at the two people washing side by side in the mirror, paused his movements, then nonchalantly continued brushing his teeth.
Wēnnuǎn was quicker. She ran out to get clothes and came back to change. Seeing Ye Feimo still brushing his teeth slowly, she was in a hurry and pushed him out, slamming the door. "Second Young Master, please wait a moment!"
She changed clothes with lightning speed. Ye Feimo held a mouthwash cup, his mouth full of foam, still in the brushing motion, and was left waiting by Wēnnuǎn for five minutes...
Second Young Master Ye, whose reflexes were usually ten times faster than others, walked at a very slow pace for the first time. He looked at his reflection in the gleaming glass mirror and thought coldly, "Heh, what an idiot."