Passionate Ambiguity (2)

  Ye Fei's eyes locked onto her face, a layer of ambiguous shyness veiled the woman's pure face, her charming eyes were like silk.

  He knew well that she was as pure and innocent as a blank sheet of paper.

  That night's greenness, the obstruction when breaking in, all clearly told him that she was inexperienced and he was her first man.

  Ye Fei Mo has had a lot of experience and is not a virgin either.

  Compared to others, he prefers women who are witty and mature, rather than those who don't understand anything. He doesn't know how to please her, but when he finds out it's her first time, his intention to tease her heart suddenly turns into deep affection.

  In the end, it still lost control.

  Yes, out of control, he hated this word, ever since that incident, he had a strong dislike for this emotion.

  Perhaps, because of this face...

  Warm but unaware, that day he would be rough, the biggest reason was because she was climbing to ** when she shouted Fang Liucheng's name. Ye Feimo thought of a woman who would shout another man's name on his bed and changed his mind to torture her.

  ……

  In recent years, there have been countless women around him, coming and going. She is the first woman to arouse his interest in bed.

  His hand reached under her, searching for secrets within her body. She felt a warm surprise and bit her lower lip tightly, momentarily regaining clarity. She had come to interrogate him about using her as an advertisement, and she was furious.

  What is she doing now?

  She shrank back and hid behind Ye Fei Mo, he roughly grasped her waist, his dark profound gaze fell on her panicked pale face, warm but unknowingly, this expression made the man's heart even more ruthless in his desire to ravage her.

  "Don't!" His hand moved down again, warm and surprising, grabbing the ashtray beside him and smashing it onto Yefei Mo's head.

  Ye Fei Mo twisted her wrist, warm pain made her sweat profusely, the ashtray fell on the carpet.

  His fiery eyes were coldly fixed on her.

  She thought of her own disheveled state, while he was intact, and suddenly felt both ashamed and indignant, her face flushing red.

  "Let me go, you bastard!"

  He coldly stared at her, looking as if he wanted to force himself on her.

  His eyes turned red with warmth, his hand suddenly loosened its grip on her wrist, and he leaned down to kiss her lips, tenderly entwining them. She felt even more trembling, warm and unprecedented encounter such a perverted yet strong and unpredictable man.

  "Call me by name." His voice seemed to have a hypnotic power, echoing in her ear.

  Her body warmed up and trembled slightly, Ye Fei Mo held her earlobe, she trembled even more violently.

  The man commanded, "Call me by name."