Ye Feimo stared at her face, which bore an innocence with a touch of greenness, and seductive eyes like silk.
He knew well that she was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.
The naivety of that night clearly told him that she had never been with anyone before, and he was her first man.
Ye Feimo was quite wild, having seen all types of women.
Comparatively, he preferred sensible, mature women over those who knew nothing at all.
Still, in the end, he lost control.
Uh, losing control—he hated that term. Since that incident, he had despised such emotions.
Perhaps, it was because of this face...
Over the years, there had always been a succession of women around him, but she was the first to truly pique his interest.
Startled, Wen Nuan bit down on her lower lip, briefly regaining her composure. She was there to confront him about using her for the advertisement; she had come to accuse him.
What was she even doing now?
She clenched her body, trying to hide from Ye Feimo, who roughly grabbed her waist. His dark, profound gaze fell on her panicky, pale face. Little did Wen Nuan know that such an expression would inspire further thoughts in a man.
"Don't!" His hands continued their unruly motions, Wen Nuan, in panic, grabbed the ashtray next to her and smashed it toward Ye Feimo's head.
Ye Feimo twisted her wrist, turning it around. Wen Nuan sweated profusely with pain as the ashtray fell onto the carpet.
His eyes, fiery, coldly fixated on her.
Seeing herself in disarray while he remained unruffled, she felt both ashamed and furious, her face turning red.
"Let go of me, bastard!"
He coldly watched her, appearing very formidable.
Wen Nuan's eyes reddened with anger. His grip on her wrist suddenly relaxed, he leaned down, and tenderly kissed her lips. She felt a greater shiver; Wen Nuan had never encountered a man as dominant and as mercurial as him.
"Call me by my name." His voice, seemingly bewitching, resonated by her ear.
Wen Nuan's body trembled lightly.
The man commanded, "Call me by my name."