Perhaps, she resembled his Mommy too much, which is why she came to his mind.
But this was something Ye Feimo would never tell Wen Nuan.
He looked down at her, the girl's cheeks as pink as flower petals, and her limpid peach blossom eyes seemed to be tempting him; Ye Feimo bent down and kissed her lips once more.
The sudden and eager motion made Wen Nuan feel very humiliated.
"As the distinguished CEO of Anning International, you force yourself on a woman like this, don't you feel ashamed?" Wen Nuan still wore a slight smile.
"Force myself?" Ye Feimo's face was expressionless, and a sneer flitted across, "Who was it that climbed into my bed voluntarily last time? Rather, it was a game of mutual consent."
