Luring Her into His Embrace: The CEO's Deep Devotion

Chapter 4: Untouched

With that thought, Yan Chenye lowered his face, burying it into the slender, delicate curve of Ye Weixi’s neck.

“Mmm…”

Ye Weixi felt as if she were losing her mind, an unexpected, soft moan escaping her lips.

And yet—wasn’t she supposed to be untouched all these 23 years, largely due to her obsessive cleanliness? She had always resisted physical contact, especially from men.

During college, she had been too young to date, and then, in her doctoral years, she had been too busy for romance. She had even gone out with friends to bars, where plenty of people tried to approach her, yet she could never break through her own restraints.

She even wondered if her orientation was the problem, only to conclude that it didn’t matter if it was a man or a woman—she simply couldn’t accept anyone touching her.

So in the end, she reluctantly accepted that her extreme aversion to contact had turned her into an accidental celibate. This, after all, was why she had chosen to embrace her independence from marriage.

But this man… he had stolen her first kiss and repeatedly crossed her boundaries without end. And strangely, she didn’t feel repulsed—if anything, she was enjoying it…

*No, no,* she thought in alarm. *This is Fang Wanru’s man. Fang Wanru’s! I need to keep my head… keep my head…*

“Master… Yan…” Ye Weixi tried to summon a reason, any reason, to keep this flame from spreading beyond control.

Yet as she tilted her head back, furrowing her brow and taking deep breaths, her clever mind seemed empty of excuses, while her breathing grew quicker with each touch.

Experiencing the sensation of being consumed by fire for the first time, Ye Weixi wanted to cry, yet the sounds escaping her lips were tender, sweet, and so unbearably alluring.

Opening her mouth to say something, she immediately shut it upon hearing her own shameful tone, biting her lip to keep quiet.

Yan Chenye glanced up, catching sight of her flushed, exquisitely delicate face and her expression of restraint, and he couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.

With his face pressed against her chest, his quiet laughter sent shivers of warmth over her skin, making her even more aware of his heated breath against her body.

Ye Weixi reached up, her hand gliding along his neck to his chin, hoping to lift his face away from her.

But Yan Chenye, seeing her intent, extended a hand—not to remove her hand from his chin but to tug away the soft white fabric that blocked his way…

“Ah!”

Ye Weixi let out a scream, this time from pure instinct, unable to maintain Fang Wanru’s coy, demure act any longer. Her flushed face paled in an instant.

*This is the dressing room! The dressing room!*

Her slip had been pulled down to her waist, with nothing underneath.

Though she had lived in an open-minded country for 18 years, her first time couldn’t possibly be so rushed, here in a dressing room.

No, no!

*What am I thinking?* she scolded herself, *A little stolen touch is one thing, but this… never! He’s my brother-in-law!*

She must have done something terrible to Fang Wanru in her past life to end up as her sister in this one, bound to repay her debts!

Wait—she had heard a sound just now, like a muffled groan.

Ye Weixi looked down, her hands covering her chest, and froze in shock.

Furrowing her brows, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, almost as if willing herself to be anywhere but here.

Yan Chenye hadn’t expected such an intense reaction from Ye Weixi. If he hadn’t reacted quickly, her instinctive kick would have left him writhing in pain for at least an hour.

Thankfully, he’d dodged in time, though the effort left him stumbling backward, where he landed ungracefully on the floor.

As they sat in their awkward silence, a loud crash suddenly echoed through the room.

The dressing room door had been kicked open!

Ye Weixi flinched, her eyes flying open, fixed on the door in alarm.

Before she could make sense of what was happening, a tall shadow stepped in front of her.

Just as she craned her neck to peer around the shadow and see what had caused the disturbance, she felt something warm and heavy drape over her shoulders.

Looking down, she saw a black suit jacket covering her. Then, someone pressed her head close, her face held firmly against a broad, strong chest.

“Boss, are you alright?”

A rough, booming voice with an edge of tension rang out in the room.

Though Ye Weixi couldn’t see the man’s face, his voice alone suggested he was a rugged character, not someone to be trifled with. She clutched the fabric of Yan Chenye’s shirt and instinctively nestled closer to his chest.

Dressed as she was, she felt utterly embarrassed.

The man had called Yan Chenye “Boss,” likely misinterpreting the situation due to the two of them making noise.

Once assured that Ye Weixi was securely covered by his jacket, Yan Chenye turned his gaze, icy and cutting, toward the door.

The intruder was none other than Pan Shui, one of the four children whom Yan Chenye’s grandfather had adopted from an orphanage, and one of the groomsmen at today’s wedding.

Pan Shui looked precisely as Ye Weixi had imagined—a rough-edged man.

His skin was tanned, and his muscular frame seemed ready to burst out of his fitted suit. Dark brows and large, intense eyes gave him a fierce look, though the thin mustache he sported added a touch of mischief to his intimidating image.

Seeing the frosty glare Yan Chenye directed at him, Pan Shui immediately stiffened, frozen in place, too afraid to take another step forward.

“Get out!” Yan Chenye’s voice was deep and frigid, laced with unmistakable displeasure.

Pan Shui swallowed, realizing he had indeed disrupted his boss’s private moment…

If not for their shared childhood bond, Yan Chenye might well have had him dragged out and reprimanded on the spot.

Murmuring a sheepish apology, Pan Shui retreated with a slight smile. But as he glanced back, his smile faltered—the door had been knocked off its hinges. What was he going to do about that now?