Wen Nuan was on the verge of tears at this moment. She had been intelligent since childhood, but now she deeply realized that there seemed to be an invisible barrier between her and Ye Feimo. Their IQs were clearly not on the same level, and as a result, the central ideas of their conversations were completely out of sync.
It was just like a chicken trying to communicate with a duck, with no common ground for understanding.
Wen Nuan couldn't help but seriously contemplate: Was it that she was too dull, or was Ye Feimo simply too abnormal?
"Do you think we're talking about the same thing?" Wen Nuan tried to calm herself down and talk to him rationally.
She was certain that she was calm, but looking at Ye Feimo, whose eyes were burning with a fierce heat as if he wanted to devour her, she wasn't sure if he was calm.
A strong sense of crisis quietly welled up in Wen Nuan's heart.
"Don't you think so?" Ye Feimo asked with a faint smile.
With just a few words exchanged, Wen Nuan had more or less come to a conclusion: Ye Feimo was truly a complex character.
He was so overbearing that it was hard to resist, as crafty as a fox, his behavior was incredibly abnormal, and yet he was astonishingly intelligent.
This was the summary Wen Nuan made after her first encounter with Ye Feimo outside of their intimate moments.
Over the years, this summary would be repeatedly and profoundly proven.
"By the way, what's your name?" Ye Feimo suddenly inquired.
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 ask in a tone as casual as chatting about the nice weather, "Woman, what's your name?"
Had anyone ever seen such a strange thing? Ye Feimo was definitely the first one in history.
"Wen Nuan." She reluctantly uttered these two words.
Ye Feimo remained composed. With a swift movement, he extended his long arm like a bolt of black lightning and hooked Wen Nuan into his embrace.
Wen Nuan let out a startled cry, caught completely off - guard. In an instant, Ye Feimo pinned her firmly onto the sofa, and then his lips hungrily pressed against hers, forcefully capturing her lips and tongue.
That scorching kiss came with an overwhelming momentum, like a fierce wild beast, wantonly sweeping through every corner of her lips.
Wen Nuan never expected his sudden attack. Caught unawares, she was easily overpowered and could only stare blankly as he took full advantage of her, greedily taking what he wanted.
She was only wrapped in Ye Feimo's bathrobe. With a gentle tug, the bathrobe came loose. In an instant, an inexplicable heat surged up from the depths of Wen Nuan's heart.
The blurry yet unforgettable memories of that night came flooding back like a tide, instantly shattering her remaining rationality into a mess.
Her body trembled involuntarily, and her temperature rose rapidly. Ye Feimo's hands seemed to carry a raging fire. Wherever they touched, her skin immediately 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 acutely focused on Ye Feimo's scorching lips and tongue, which were like a spark igniting a fire. Her body couldn't stop shaking, and a stream of heat quickly gathered in her lower abdomen, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to burst forth.
Ye Feimo's eyes were fixed intently on her face. The woman's innocent face was now veiled with a layer ofgreen and ambiguous glow, her eyes as alluring as silk, like the willow twigs caressed by the gentle breeze in spring, exuding a unique charm. He was well aware that she was as pure as an untouched sheet of paper.
Recalling that night, her greenness and the obvious resistance when he penetrated her clearly indicated that she had no prior experience in sexual matters.
He was the first man in her life. Ye Feimo had always been bold in matters of love and had also been with virgins before. Relatively speaking, he preferred women who were sensible and mature, those who knew how to please him, rather than someone as ignorant as her. However, upon learning that she was a virgin,
his initial thought of wantonly tormenting her instantly transformed into a deep well of tenderness and love.
Even so, in the end, he still lost control. Yes, losing control, he loathed this word. Ever since that incident, he had deeply detested this emotion. Perhaps, it was because of her face... But Wen Nuan had no idea that the main reason for his roughness that day was that when she reached the climax, she called out Fang Liucheng's name. The thought of a woman shouting another man's name in his bed made Ye Feimo find ways to torture her. ...
Over the past few years, women had come and gone in his life like a flowing stream. Yet, she was the first woman who could arouse his interest in bed. His hand slowly reached beneath her, exploring like a seeker of hidden treasures, thrusting rhythmically inside her. Wen Nuan was so startled that she tightly bit her lower lip. In an instant, a glimmer of clear consciousness flashed through her mind like a bolt of lightning.
She suddenly remembered that she had come to question him about why he used her in the advertisement. She was here to demand an explanation. But what on earth was she doing now? She instinctively shrank her body, trying to evade Ye Feimo's advances.
He, however, roughly grabbed her waist, and his pitch - black, deep eyes stared straight at her flustered and pale face.
Wen Nuan was completely unaware that her panicked expression only further incited the man's urge to ravage her mercilessly. "Stop!" When his hand moved further down, Wen Nuan was filled with terror.
In a panic, she grabbed the ashtray beside her and hurled it towards Ye Feimo's head. Ye Feimo was quick as a flash. He forcefully twisted her wrist, and a sharp pain shot through Wen Nuan. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and the ashtray fell with a "thud" onto the soft carpet. His eyes, ablaze with passion yet tinged with a hint of coldness, were fixed intently on her.
Wen Nuan looked at her disheveled andembarrassed appearance, then at his neatly - dressed self. A wave of shame and anger welled up in her, turning her face bright red. "Let me go, you bastard!" she shouted angrily. He looked at her coldly, and his demeanor clearly showed that he intended to force himself on her.
Wen Nuan was so angry that her eyes turned red, filled with tears of grievance and anger. At this moment, the hand that had been holding her wrist suddenly let go. Then, he slowly bent down and gently kissed her lips. The kiss was tender and lingering.
However, Wen Nuan felt even more tremulous. She had never met a man as perverse, domineering, and moody as Ye Feimo. "Call my name." His voice seemed to carry a bewitching magic, softly ringing in her ear, like a feather gently brushing against her heartstrings. Wen Nuan's body involuntarily trembled slightly.
Ye Feimo took her earlobe into his mouth and gently sucked it, and she trembled even more violently, as if struck by an electric current. The man issued the command again, his voice deep and alluring: "Call my name."