Wen Nuan was a woman who knew the times, deeply aware that if she refused his request now, she would definitely be raped and then killed. So, she obediently recalled his name, what was it again? Right, Ye Feimo.
"Ye Feimo…"
"Feimo," he corrected, his voice low and deep.
Wen Nuan, held in his embrace, could bite his shoulder just by opening her mouth. She really wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh.
But a good woman does not fight with a perverted man.
She endured.
Indeed, the situation was not in her favor.
"Feimo…" The name sounds nice, the man looks good, but his nature is too terrible, the Ye Family's upbringing must be flawed.
"A little quieter."
"Feimo…" Wen Nuan lowered her voice.
"Softer."
"Feimo!" Wen Nuan's voice was as thin as a thread.
"Gentler."
"…Feimo." She suddenly thought her own voice was very seductive.
In her heart, Wen Nuan cursed all eighteen generations of the Ye Family ancestors.
What kind of freak did they raise? I am not a 24-hour hotline service girl, being made to call out so sensually, so seductively. Who gave birth to this perverted son? Just stuff him back and rebirth him already.
God, please save me.
Wen Nuan was in so much anguish she wanted to die, nakedly held by someone coercing her to call out his name in such a seductive voice, it was truly...
Ye Feimo, you really are a pervert, aren't you?
Ye Feimo, you really have a psychological illness, don't you?
Wen Nuan was on the verge of tears.
"Call out again."
"Feimo!" Wen Nuan decided, if he dared to ask her to call again, she would resist. No more playing the docile woman, while she was thinking this, she was pushed down, and Ye Feimo kissed her even more forcefully.
Wen Nuan was so stunned that she was disoriented, her mind went completely blank.
"Ah, it hurts…" He suddenly grew excited for some reason, giving her a light bite. The force wasn't too great, but it was very painful to her, and her tears welled up immediately.
Violent man, definitely a violent man.
Damn!
Your whole family is violent.