"Ye Feimo..." Finally, when he was satisfied and let her go, Wen Nuan gasped for breath, both shy and flustered. "I'm cooking. You... Young Master Ye, can you not get aroused anywhere, okay?"
Ye Feimo still had her pinned between the countertops. Wen Nuan's flustered hands didn't know where to put themselves. Ye Feimo's eyes held a burning fire, so intense it seemed to scorch anyone it touched.
He wanted her.
Suddenly, he really wanted her. Besides his mother, she was the first woman to cook for him.
He didn't understand either what it was about Wen Nuan that made him so obsessed, always wanting her fiercely. It seemed the more he wanted her, the more excited he became.
If the first time he wanted her was because of her resemblance to Han Bi, and that day he was in a bad mood and she just happened to come to his door, so he was purely venting his frustration, then what were these days' desires for?
