Chapter 528

if it means losing money, Ye Feimo will definitely give me an angry look.""No worries, we have plenty of paper currency in our house; let's boost consumption," Cheng Anya waved her hand, sounding part...Chapter 528

He was still in City A on Christmas Eve, so how did he end up in Washington

Warm hesitated as Ye Feimo's words rang sharply in her mind. She fumbled around helplessly, unsure of what to do. "Go, go, don't make things difficult for yourself," she told herself mentally, but before she knew it, she was already outside 402.

The fourth floor was eerily quiet, devoid of any sound. Warm stood outside 402 for a long time before finally summoning the courage to open the door and go in. The lights were dimmed; she didn't turn them on but tiptoed inside quietly.

The room was luxuriously opulent with gilded splendor, fitting Ye Feimo's style. It was indeed his private yacht that he hadn't lied about. Ye Feimo was truly asleep in the bedroom, and Warm slowly sat down beside him as tears welled up in her eyes.

Fei Mo...

She gently touched his hand with hers; he was sleeping so deeply. A faint smile played on Warm's lips as she spoke through her tears, "Happy New Year, Fei Mo."

Sorry for not wishing you a Merry Christmas that day.

She sat dumbly by the bed, wanting to say so many things but unsure of where to start. The words Nie Mo had spoken to her on that day echoed in her mind now: how much pride he must have set aside to utter those words.

Silly me.

"I'm sorry, Nie Mo, I'm sorry..." Warming held his hand to her lips and kissed it gently, repeatedly saying 'sorry.' She had wanted him to live well; she hadn't expected that her cruelty would be a form of torture for him.

A low sobbing sound filled the room. Ye Nimo suddenly opened his eyes, and Warming noticed this, her heart fluttering with alarm as she stared at him blankly. A fiery intensity glimmered in Ye Nimo’s deep-set eyes.

Warming only now realized that his face was abnormally flushed red.

She forgot about fleeing and thought he must be sick, reaching out to feel his forehead, and was startled by how hot it felt. His neck was also burning hot; Warming hurriedly stood up, saying, "I'll call the doctor."

As soon as she stood up, her hand was grabbed and pulled with great force, causing a topsy-turvy sensation. Ye Feimo only felt that her icy cold hand pressed against his forehead was very comfortable.

The warmth of the hair couldn't help but become disheveled; looking at him closely for the first time, she realized something was wrong. However, it was too late because Ye Feimo bent down to kiss her lips, and the heat from his body emitted a wave of heat. Although she tried to avoid it by shaking her head, she couldn't evade his passionate kissing.

The soft feeling stimulated the drug in his body, making him crazier. Regardless of Warm's resistance, he undressed her formal wear, causing her pearl necklace around her neck to fall off and roll across the floor with a tinkling sound. As he kissed Warm, he unfastened his belt rudely, dropping it onto the mirror frame with a sharp metallic clatter; she felt shocked, embarrassed, and uneasy.

"Feimo, wake up..."

"No, it hurts..." He had bitten her and his actions were rough. Warm pleaded for him to release her grip, "Let me go, Feimo..."

She continuously pushed against him, trying to rouse some sense of reason in him so that Ye Feimo wouldn't take her without knowing who she was.

"Damn it!" She started crying because it truly hurt. It seemed like Ye Feimo became gentler; he kissed Warm and said in a daze, "Warm, I miss you so much..."

"Warm, warm..." He kissed and nipped at her, his warmth enveloping her red lips. His kisses were tender, and her heart, warmed by an inexplicable sweetness and aching tenderness, tears streamed down...

"Warm, why are you crying" Ye Feimo asked worriedly, as if he had been startled.

Fei Mo was still resentful towards her. Was he now清醒 or still in a daze Did he know what he was doing

Before Warm could think further, she found herself entangled in Ye Feimo's passionate embrace, unable to extricate herself.

The December weather was surprisingly hot, sweat pouring like rain; the two of them seemed as if they had just been pulled out of water, drenched from head to toe, their hair clinging together wetly. Warm’s chest rose and fell rapidly.

Fei Mo, Fei Mo...m several people immediately placed Mo Xiaobai on top as the most handsome man, Ye Yan being an international superstar who was not only good-looking but also physically fit with a magnetic charm. The...