On the 45th floor lies a duplex apartment.
As soon as one steps inside,
an elegant decoration style unfolds. The soft carpet is like a quiet, shallow beach,
the beige sofa resembles an elegant harbor,
the beautiful crystal chandelier is just like the twinkling stars in the night sky, and the retro furniture is like a poem precipitated by time. Every detail silently exudes an elegant charm,
yet inadvertently reveals strands of warm atmosphere. However, this warmth is completely at odds with the aura that Ye Feimo exudes.
She looks around, finding it really hard to associate the warm scene in front of her with Ye Feimo. In her mind, cold, silent, and tough are the real portraits of Ye Feimo.
Ye Feimo casually throws her a bathrobe and says in a cold tone, "Clean yourself up. I need to talk to you."
"Mr. Ye, I..."
"Clean yourself up!" Ye Feimo enunciates each word, his voice as cold as the frost in the cold night.
Wen Nuan suppresses the anger in her heart. As soon as she closes the bathroom door, she can't help but wave her fist fiercely in the air. Damn it, this pervert, this cold - blooded guy! She was the one who lost her virginity, the one who suffered a great loss, and he was the one who took advantage of her.
Why on earth is he the one who seems so self - righteous now?
The more Wen Nuan thinks about it, the angrier she gets. Only then does she suddenly realize why she followed him back. She must have been out of her mind!
Given the rumors of Ye Feimo's promiscuity, now that a man and a woman are alone together...
Damn it, Wen Nuan, you're really slow - witted!
However, she has always been an optimistic person. After a little thought, she consoles herself. Anyway, she has already had an intimate encounter with him, and her virginity is gone. There's no need to be coy.
Besides, with her conditions, it's not likely that the man would take a fancy to her.
Helplessly, she changes out of her soaked clothes. Even her underwear is wet, so she has to change it too.
After a quick rinse, she throws the clothes into the dryer. The man's bathrobe is extremely large and wide. She wraps herself tightly in it.
After making sure there's nothing inappropriate, she carefully opens the bathroom door.
At this moment, with nothing on underneath, she can't help but feel a bit embarrassed.
On the other side,
Ye Feimo has already untied his tie and unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt. His strong and muscular chest is faintly visible,
and his sleeves are slightly rolled up. The whole person exudes a wild uninhibitedness and an indescribable sense of danger.
God is really unfair! He not only endows him with such a gorgeous and outstanding appearance but also gives him a noble and peerless background.
Having both temperament and charm is already enough, yet he even has a perfect figure. God, how can you make other men in the world feel?
As the saying goes, the same kind of rice feeds all kinds of people.
"Mr. Ye, I want to ask you..."
"Be my woman!" Wen Nuan's words are interrupted by Ye Feimo in a domineering manner before she can finish. The man's tone is resolute, with an undeniable domineering air. His eyes are staring at her intently, as if trying to see through her.