She had no time to think further; his kisses traveled from her lips to her cheeks and her neck, and she finally discerned a second expression on his face...
"Ye Feimo, you're so heavy..." mumbled Wen Nuan, her mind groggy.
She grabbed a soft pillow and hurled it at him.
"Don't move!" Ye Feimo swept the pillow aside, his voice deep. Wen Nuan wouldn't listen, the position was too threatening. Although she had agreed to him, she wasn't mentally prepared yet.
"Move again, and I'll kill you on the spot," Ye Feimo's dark pupils flared with fire, chilling Wen Nuan to the bone.
Gloomy, obscure, stern, and a hint of a vague and unclear desire.
Yes, desire.
He desired.
Wen Nuan didn't dare move again; under such a gaze, her heart felt stifled wave after wave.
He watched the woman, her alluring eyes silky, cheeks flushed, appearing every bit the victim.
Ye Feimo felt a savage urge rise within him, wanting to shred her innocent beauty and see the filthy appearance that lay beneath.
