Wen Nuan knew better than to push her luck. She was well - aware that if she refused his demands in this situation, she might very well end up being raped and then killed. Reluctantly, she decided to play along.
Wait, what was his name again? Oh right, Ye Feimo. "Ye Feimo..." she called out softly. "Feimo," he corrected her immediately, his voice deep and mellow, as if carrying an irresistible charm.
Wen Nuan was held tightly in his embrace. She was so close that with just a slight movement of her mouth, she could bite a chunk of flesh off his shoulder.
She was seething with anger and really wanted to do just that. But then she thought better of it. A smart woman doesn't tangle with a perverted man. She had to endure it for now. After all, the odds were stacked heavily against her at the moment. "Feimo..." she gritted her teeth and forced out these two words.
His name was nice, and he was good - looking, but his personality was abysmal. There must be something seriously wrong with the Ye family's upbringing. "Make your voice a bit lower," Ye Feimo persisted. "Feimo..." Wen Nuan complied, her voice dropping even lower. "Even softer," he continued to command.
"Feimo!" Wen Nuan's voice was now barely a breath, and she felt like she was on the verge of going crazy with these absurd demands. "Make it more tender," there was a hint of non - refusal in his voice. "...Feimo."
At this moment, Wen Nuan herself was shocked by how seductive her voice sounded. It made her feel disgusted with herself. In her mind, she cursed the Ye family's ancestors all the way back to the eighteenth generation.
What kind of messed - up family raised such a pervert? She wasn't some call - girl providing 24 - hour erotic services. Why on earth did she have to call out his name in such a seductive and soul - stirring way?
Who gave birth to this perverted son? They should send him back and start over.
Oh God, please save me! Wen Nuan was in such agony that she felt like giving up on life. Lying naked in his arms,
having to call his name in this shameful voice, it was just... Ye Feimo, you're definitely a pervert, right? Ye Feimo,
you must have some serious mental issues, right? Wen Nuan felt like crying but had no tears left. "Call me again," Ye Feimo didn't seem satisfied. "Feimo!"
Wen Nuan made up her mind. If he dared to make such excessive demands again, she would fight back. She wasn't going to let this man think women were easy targets. But before she could even fully form this thought,
Ye Feimo pushed her down. In an instant, his lips and tongue descended like a violent storm, fiercely plundering her sweetness. Wen Nuan was completely stunned, not knowing which way was up.
His kiss was so urgent and fierce, as if he wanted to devour her.
In an instant, it shattered the little bit of rationality she had managed to gather, and her mind went blank again. Ye Feimo's passion flared up rapidly and intensely.
"Ah, it hurts..." For some reason, he suddenly became even more excited. He leaned down and gently bit her breast, right on the tip. Although the force wasn't too strong, she still felt a sharp pain, and tears welled up in her eyes. This violent brute,
he really never changes! Wen Nuan cursed in her heart. Damn it!
Your whole family is full of violent people!