Reaching an Agreement
802 Words
Ye Feimo was cold-blooded, and this coldness also manifested in matters of intimacy. Wen Nuan cradled his face, kissing him without finesse, and he waved her away, wanting to dismiss her completely.
The women around him always knew how to avoid crossing his boundaries.
As soon as she touched him, Wen Nuan's hands fell away, anticipating that he would push her aside. Instead, her delicate fingers intertwined with his.
Ye Feimo's movement to push her away slightly paused.
Wen Nuan kissed his lips, which were not as cold as he was; they were soft and warm. This was the first time she had taken such an initiative, her heart racing as she tightened her grip on his hand.
He silently gazed at her, neither reciprocating nor rejecting her advances, allowing her to kiss and nibble at his lips. Lacking technique, Wen Nuan's kisses were chaotic and unrefined, and his stillness made her feel increasingly awkward.
When she opened her eyes, she looked into his deep, moon-like gaze, which was devoid of emotion and Wen Nuan. This sudden realization doused her fiery heart like a bucket of cold water.
She recognized her boldness and felt regret. Why had she suddenly acted so recklessly? If only she had lived in a time of war, where she could charge in with a gun instead of being caught up in this foolishness.
Here she was, in peaceful times, stirred into action by a bad man. With no experience and poor kissing skills, why had she approached him in this way?
If he had shown any response, it might have been better, but he remained as unyielding as a statue, making her question her appeal as a woman. Was being a passionate youth truly something everyone could manage?
Wen Nuan felt frustrated and regretted her choices, especially as their bodies lingered close together. Just as she prepared to stand, Ye Feimo wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Is this all you can do?" His voice was icy, and his gaze held a blend of superiority and mockery.
Wen Nuan gritted her teeth, trying to please him. She had already kissed him; what more did he want?
"If you don’t even understand how to please a man, what do I need you for? There are countless women outside who look better and have better figures," he said coldly.
This angered Wen Nuan. There should be a limit to bullying. She had done so much already; did he expect her to strip down in his bright office?
“Then go find someone better and show me,” she replied with a slight smile. While she wasn’t a stunning beauty, she was naturally pretty, unlike many artificial beauties in the entertainment industry. She had never even had braces. When auditioning for drama school, she’d been measured for her proportions, and they were ideal.
Walking down the street without makeup, she could easily surpass 90% of other women; let’s see him try to find someone better.
"It seems Miss Wen Nuan prefers to engage in verbal sparring. If that's the case, there's no need for further discussion. The door is over there. Don't let it hit you on the way out," Ye Feimo said, picking up a pen and focusing on the document in front of him, not sparing her another glance.
Wen Nuan stood there, stunned, unable to believe how quickly he had turned hostile.
For a long time, he didn’t look up, and she didn’t leave.
Standing beside him, Wen Nuan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she felt calm. Her fears were masked by a smile as she began to unbutton her shirt, one button, then another...
Suddenly, Ye Feimo halted, grabbing her wrist. "That's enough!"
Wen Nuan felt no relief from his grip.
Ye Feimo's thoughts were inscrutable; who knew what he was planning?
She waited quietly.
He handed her his phone, commanding, "Input your number!"
Wen Nuan paused, taking his phone. It was unusual, lacking any visible brand, but fully functional.
After entering her name and number, she handed it back.
"Come over tonight. I believe you know the location," Ye Feimo said coldly.
Wen Nuan rejected his invitation. "I want to wait until my dad is released from prison before fulfilling my promise."
Ye Feimo raised his eyebrows, a smirk crossing his face. "Miss Wen Nuan, what do you mean by that?"
"Just what you heard."
"Are you doubting my abilities?"
"For someone as twisted as you, I at least need to ensure I won't lose both my man and my dignity," Wen Nuan shot back, her words sharp. She could see that he was impervious to emotion.
"Very well!" Ye Feimo surprisingly was easy to deal with this time, not imposing any harsh conditions. Wen Nuan, accustomed to his unpredictable nature,
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