Wen Nuan was on the verge of a breakdown at this moment, feeling like sighing deeply. She had always been intelligent, but at this moment, she was acutely aware that there seemed to be an invisible gap between her and Ye Feimo.
Their IQs were on completely different wavelengths, which led to their communication being off - track in terms of the central idea.
Wasn't this just like a chicken talking to a duck, with no common ground for conversation?
Wen Nuan couldn't help but seriously ponder this question: Was it that she was too stupid, or was the man in front of her just too abnormal?
"Do you think we're talking about the same thing?" Wen Nuan tried to calm herself down and have a rational conversation with him. She was certain that she was calm, but she had no idea if the person opposite her was in the same state, because his blazing eyes seemed as if they could devour her alive.
A strong sense of crisis gradually spread in Wen Nuan's heart.
"Don't you think so?" Ye Feimo replied with a half - smile.
With just these few words, Wen Nuan had basically come to a conclusion: Ye Feimo was really a tough nut to crack.
He was so overbearing that it was hard to resist, as crafty as a fox, his behavior was beyond normal, and yet he was astonishingly smart.
This was the summary Wen Nuan made after her first encounter with Ye Feimo outside of the bedroom. Years later,
this judgment would be repeatedly and profoundly verified.
"By the way, what's your name?" Ye Feimo suddenly asked.
Wen Nuan was left speechless. In this world, was there any man who, after having an intimate relationship with a woman and then asking her to be his woman, could still act nonchalantly and ask, in a tone as if discussing the nice weather, "Woman, what's your name?"
Dare anyone say they've seen such an outrageous thing? Ye Feimo was definitely the first one in history.
"Wen Nuan." She reluctantly uttered these two words.
As soon as the words left her mouth, without any warning, Ye Feimo stretched out his long arm like a bolt of black lightning, hooking Wen Nuan into his arms.
Wen Nuan let out a startled cry. In the next second, she was firmly pressed onto the sofa by Ye Feimo, and his lips pounced on hers like a hungry wolf, precisely capturing her lips and tongue.
This scorching kiss was as powerful as a tempestuous wave, like a fierce wild beast, wantonly sweeping through every inch of her inner lips.
Wen Nuan never expected him to make such a sudden move. Caught off - guard, she was easily overpowered and could only stare blankly as he took full advantage of her, lingering and grinding on her lips.
She was only wrapped in Ye Feimo's bathrobe. With a gentle tug, the bathrobe loosened. In an instant, Wen Nuan felt an inexplicable heat rapidly spreading from the bottom of her heart.
The blurry yet unforgettable memories of that night came surging back like a tide, instantly turning her remaining rationality into a mess.
Her body trembled involuntarily, and her body temperature rose sharply. Ye Feimo's hands seemed to carry a raging fire. Wherever they touched, her skin instantly became scorching hot, like dry firewood catching fire.
Last time, she was drunk and muddled, not knowing where she was. But at this moment, she was extremely awake.
All her senses were keenly focused on Ye Feimo's lips and tongue, which were like a spark igniting a fire. Her body couldn't stop trembling, and a stream of heat quickly gathered in her lower abdomen, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.