"I'll buy your smiles. Name your price," Ye Feimo's voice, as cold and clear as moonlight, rang in Wen Nuan's ears.
She was taken aback, then looked up at him. The man's eyes were deep and unfathomable, like a mystery waiting to be unraveled, his gaze burning with intensity, leaving her with nowhere to hide.
During their earlier scuffle, several buttons of his shirt had come undone, revealing his well - built chest.
With his head slightly tilted, under the flickering light, he exuded an indescribable wild charm, like a dormant beast ready to pounce at any moment.
Wen Nuan was stunned again. Being stared at like this, her heart raced uncontrollably. Just then, a cold wind from high above whistled through the window, causing her to shiver.
In an instant, she regained her senses and, in a flurry, got up and rushed towards the bathroom like a frightened fawn.
Leaning against the bathroom door, Wen Nuan felt her heart pounding like a drum. Anyone would be nervous after being looked at by Ye Feimo like that.
Once, she thought Fang Liucheng had an imperial air about him. But after meeting Ye Feimo, she truly understood what real imperial aura was.
Without any extra gestures, just one look from him could make one feel an invisible pressure, making it hard to even breathe.
"Good heavens, who on earth would want to push the limits and fall for a man like this? Being with him would probably shorten one's lifespan," Wen Nuan murmured to herself, patting her chest in an attempt to calm down. "Calm down, calm down. There's no need to be so nervous."
At this moment, the clothes in the dryer were already dry. Wen Nuan didn't have time to think much and quickly put on her own clothes.
When she came out of the bathroom, Ye Feimo was standing by the window, looking out at the city lights. From the 45th floor, the view of the entire city's twinkling lights was spectacular, yet it carried a sense of desolation.
His sleeves were rolled up high, and his back view was lonely and forlorn, as if he was an outsider to this bustling world. If she hadn't experienced his strength and perverseness firsthand, Wen Nuan might have been overcome by her maternal instincts.
"Mr. Ye, I should be going," Wen Nuan thought it necessary to inform him.
Ye Feimo slowly turned around, his eyes cold as ice.
The previous haziness was gone, replaced by a cold glint. Wen Nuan summoned up her courage and met his gaze. Ye Feimo's lips curled into a sneer, and then he walked slowly towards her.
She instinctively stepped back to the left, but he pressed on, getting closer and closer. His actions were so exquisitely elegant that a word flashed through Wen Nuan's mind - ascetic temptation. But then she thought, this man was clearly a representative of indulgence.
The contradictory temperament on him was too distinct, as if he was constantly oscillating between two extremes, making him an enigma.
He stopped in front of Wen Nuan, gently put a business card into her pocket, and said in a low, icy voice, "You can't escape. When you offer yourself to me again, I won't be so lenient."
Come on, was this pervert joking? Was he being lenient now?
If this was considered lenient, then what would be difficult to deal with?
As if seeing through her thoughts, Ye Feimo's cold gaze swept across her face like a sharp blade, and he said meaningfully, "You'll find out soon enough."
Wen Nuan couldn't help but shiver. Ye Feimo suddenly cupped her face, and a gentle kiss landed on her forehead.
"Your eyes are beautiful," he whispered.
Wen Nuan didn't dare to stay for even a second longer. Like a startled bird, she fled through the door.
Watching the figure scurry away in a panic, Ye Feimo's lips twitched into a cold smile. Under the dim light, his face looked extremely eerie and cold, as if concealing countless secrets and dangers.