The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 133: A Jealous Kiss

Ye Feimo scoffed again, clearly unconvinced.

Wen Nuan was genuinely innocent.

"It really was a dessert shop. I’ll take you there another day."

"Get lost! I’m not going to places you go to." Ye Feimo tossed his head, a cold and elegant expression on his face. Wen Nuan’s lips twitched. Young Master Ye Er, do you have to be so tsundere? So incredibly tsundere?

"Alright, alright, alright, we won’t go, is that better?" Wen Nuan said good-naturedly.

Ye Feimo pinched Wen Nuan’s ear. "You dared to let him kiss your mouth? What does Article 13 of the agreement say?"

Wen Nuan was on the verge of tears. This was truly a misunderstanding.

"It was a staged shot, like a film. Those paparazzi are brain-dead, there’s nothing to be done," Wen Nuan said with a forced laugh, trying to gloss over the situation. If Young Master Ye Er truly got angry, it would be difficult to handle. The best approach was to avoid provoking him further.

"Rubbish! If you didn’t have that intention, the paparazzi couldn’t have photoshopped it."

Wen Nuan: "...Ye Feimo, I’m asking you very seriously, is this what they call jealousy?" freewebnøvel.coɱ

Was he jealous?

Was he?

This thought made Wen Nuan feel a burst of excitement. It would be a miracle!

Ye Feimo froze, then dangerously narrowed his eyes. He suddenly grabbed Wen Nuan, tackled her onto the sofa, and lowered his head, blocking her lips. Wen Nuan was caught off guard, pinned beneath him, unable to utter a single word.

Ye Feimo kissed her fiercely, as if to steal all the air from her lungs.

Wen Nuan’s lips ached from his sucking. She tried to bite Ye Feimo’s tongue, but he skillfully evaded her and kissed her even more savagely.

Wen Nuan pushed his shoulders several times, but it had no effect. A surge of anger rose within her. The situation hadn’t even been clarified; who allowed him to kiss her? Damn it, why was he kissing her?

But her rationality turned to mush under Young Master Ye Er’s assault, and she couldn’t think of anything.

She only knew that a fire suddenly ignited within her, and electricity coursed through her limbs, making her tremble.

Ye Feimo released her lips and gazed deeply at her, as if seeing her for the first time. The woman beneath him had a flushed face and hazy eyes, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with captivating allure.

Her lips were red and swollen from being sucked, looking tender and inviting.

Ye Feimo’s abdomen tightened. He instinctively reached out and brushed away the loose strands of hair from her cheek. Wen Nuan’s heart pounded like a drum, her face flushed like a morning glow. Last time, they had almost gone too far, and Ye Feimo had said to wait until her period ended. But even after her stitches were removed, he hadn’t touched her.

"Wen Nuan, I want you," Ye Feimo said. This craving had tormented him for a long time. He didn’t know why he so desperately wanted her; he just did.

No one else would do.

His hand gently stroked her earlobe. It felt a little itchy, a little numb. Wen Nuan’s mind was a blur, completely muddled.

Was he asking her?

Wen Nuan didn’t know if she was ready. She was conflicted, partly willing, partly resistant.

She hadn’t decided yet.

Ye Feimo lowered his head and kissed her lips, so gently it made her tremble. His hand had already slipped under her clothes, covering that exquisite softness, lightly kneading the rosy peak.

Wen Nuan’s whimpers were swallowed by his kiss. An electric current surged from her mind, running through her limbs, finally concentrating in her lower abdomen, burning like fire.

Ye Feimo pushed up her clothes, roughly tearing away her bra, then lowered his head to gently bite the soft, rosy peak. His other hand didn’t neglect the other side, shaping and kneading it as he pleased.

"Feimo..." A wave of paralyzing electricity shot down Wen Nuan’s spine. She couldn’t help but call his name. She had wanted to refuse him, but her body instinctively arched, offering her softness further into his lips and teeth.

Her uninhibited reaction completely pleased Ye Feimo.

He loved hearing her soft voice at that moment—clearly resisting, yet also complying. This contradictory blend further ignited a man’s desire for conquest.

He kissed her lips. "Are you willing?"

He hadn’t touched her before because he wanted her to be willing. For her willingness, he had endured a difficult restraint. He was clearly no gentleman, yet he had to pretend to be one, and that feeling was truly agonizing.

Even though his entire being yearned for her, he still wanted to hear her say "yes."

Wen Nuan pursed her lips, unsure what to say. Ye Feimo didn’t waste words; he directly removed her top. He sat up, picking her up and placing her on his lap.

She paused, startled. In this position, she felt like a child riding on him, being coaxed, held, and pampered. Wen Nuan’s face flushed crimson; she was somewhat unaccustomed to such intimacy.

Ye Feimo kissed her lips. His warm lips quickly moved to behind her ear, gently encompassing her soft earlobe, his hot breath caressing her ear. Wen Nuan’s sensitive skin broke out in tiny goosebumps, and her whole body felt numb.

Even if she wanted to utter a refusal, she couldn’t now.

Ye Feimo mischievously bit her earlobe lightly. Wen Nuan gasped and instinctively tried to hit him.

His hand gradually moved downwards, tracing her elegant waistline, lingering over her flat abdomen. Wen Nuan, annoyed, tried to stop his hand, but Ye Feimo caught it, not allowing her to resist.

Ye Feimo used every technique he knew to please Wen Nuan. This was something he had never done before.

He had no shortage of women; women always served him, going to great lengths to please him. He had never been the one to please a woman. But Wen Nuan was different; he wanted her to be happy.

If such acts were purely driven by lust, without emotion, any woman would do, and that would be mere release.

But he desired a union of both body and soul.

If he weren’t holding her, she might have already collapsed onto the sofa, her limbs weak. Wen Nuan’s heart trembled as she saw his restrained face. A fleeting pang of pity crossed her. He must be holding back with great difficulty, right?

Recently, Ye Feimo hadn’t been involved in any scandals. He had disappeared from the entertainment headlines for a while. The only times he was mentioned were in connection with his past rumored girlfriends. He hadn’t been in the news lately.

It seemed he hadn’t sought out other women. Had he been holding back all this time?

While she was lost in thought, the man, to punish her inattentiveness, bit her lip. Wen Nuan cried out in pain and couldn’t help but glare at him. That glare from her captivating, soulful peach blossom eyes made Young Master Ye Er’s heart race. The allure was like a cat scratching at his chest. Ye Feimo let out a low growl, and their positions immediately shifted. She was pushed onto the sofa again, and Young Master Ye Er directly tore away her remaining clothing. His slender fingers, guided by the thin fabric, ignited her passion, his assault swift and fierce.

Wen Nuan simply couldn’t handle it.

Ye Feimo was about to take off his own clothes when his phone rang.

Young Master Ye Er, at this moment, couldn’t care less about a phone call. He only wanted to deeply enter her body, to charge forward. The phone call could wait until after he was done.

So, he completely ignored the phone, stubbornly trying to remove Wen Nuan’s last coverings. Wen Nuan clutched his hand. "The phone..."

"What about the phone? Let go! We’ll talk after we’re done," Ye Feimo insisted stubbornly, but the phone kept ringing like a death knell. Wen Nuan couldn’t take it anymore and twisted his arm. "Answer the phone..."

Being in such a critical moment, her twist, the pain, further stimulated his body’s reaction, making him even more animalistic. Wen Nuan really wanted to hit him with the phone to wake him up. How many days had he gone without food to be this starved?

Ye Feimo planted a hard kiss on her lips and angrily answered the phone. "You better have something important to say!"

General Manager Zhang trembled. Um... this call seemed ill-timed. Had he ruined Young Master Ye Er’s good thing? After a deep self-reflection, General Manager Zhang risked his life to tell Ye Feimo that there was new news about Wen Nuan.

He asked Ye Feimo if they should broadcast it on the evening gossip news. Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes. What new news could Wen Nuan possibly have today?

"What news?" Ye Feimo glanced at Wen Nuan before asking. Wen Nuan grabbed a nearby blanket, wrapped herself in it, picked up her clothes from the floor, and darted into the bathroom.

If she didn’t escape now, she would definitely lose her virginity soon.

Wen Nuan didn’t quite understand her own psychology. Rationally, she kept telling herself that Ye Feimo liked Han Bi, and his extra glances at her were only because she bore some resemblance to Han Bi.

How could a man who saw her as a substitute be sincere towards her?

Moreover, the real one was back now.

The counterfeit would soon be discarded.

She told herself this every time, yet every time she encountered him, she completely surrendered, always being led by Ye Feimo.

She didn’t understand this side of herself.

The moment he touched her, she seemed to lose all her bones, even her voice of resistance grew soft.

Sooner or later, she would be completely consumed by Ye Feimo. Losing her body was nothing, but losing her heart would be terrifying. She had to protect it carefully. After the incident with Fang Liucheng, she was very resistant to relationships. This heart, she had to guard well; she wouldn’t give it to anyone else.

Besides yourself, who else can you count on to protect you?

She was afraid that if she offered her heart, the other person would disdain it, throw it to the ground, and cruelly crush it. That would be her sorrow.

Wen Nuan let out a long sigh of relief. Looking at herself in the mirror, she gritted her teeth and smiled. "Wen Nuan, be rational. Don’t be foolish, don’t be foolish again."

Although, it seemed she was growing more and more attached to Ye Feimo.

This was a poison, and she had to quit it!

Wen Nuan looked at her flushed face in the mirror, turned on the shower, and without hesitation, stepped under the cold water.

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