Wen Nuan was startled but then thought, "Hey, this is Second Young Master Ye, isn't it? It's logical and reasonable for a beast like him to do this. Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, Wen Nuan you idiot, are you actually wanting him to make a move on you?"
A twitch appeared in the corner of her eye.
"Miss Wen, do you want it that badly?" Ye Feimo asked coldly, causing Wen Nuan to pause. What did he say? Want it badly? As she pondered, Ye Feimo earnestly began to undo the buttons of her pajamas.
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Wen Nuan quickly sat up, placing her hands against his chest, and let out two disarmingly fake laughs, "Hehe, Second Young Master Ye, I don't want it at all, let's sleep, sleep."
"Is that so?" Ye Feimo expressed doubt about her declaration, and in the dark, Wen Nuan could only see his deep eyes filled with a deadly seduction, "Miss Wen, are you sure you don't want it very much?"
