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He said that Ye Fei Mo only loved Han Bi and would never love another person, nor kiss any other woman.

Yet now he is kissing another woman in front of her, kissing her with such passion and tenderness. It feels as if a blade is cutting through Han Bi's heart, slice by slice.

Lin Ning and Tang Shuwen, among their circle of friends, were also dumbfounded; the Second Young Master Ye was known for his promiscuity but had never been seen kissing anyone before.

Truth and falsehood intertwined, who is acting in the play Who is watching from outside

Warmth and tension left her mind blank. This wasn't the first time he had kissed her, but it was the most shocking.

Fang Liucheng and Han Bi were both there, yet he brazenly continued to kiss her.

Ye Feimo, are you crazy

Horrified, she let him plunder every sweet inch of her until he was satisfied and released her.

Her face burned with shame.

Ye Feimo held her and turned around, looking at Fang Liucheng with a cold gaze. "Fang Liucheng, do you still think we are joking"

He approached Fang Liucheng, lowering his voice and smiling coldly. "I should thank you for bringing her to me."

The banquet ended, and Ye Feimo held Warmth as they walked away under the astonished or awe-struck gazes of others, just like Second Young Master Ye's usual style of doing things his own way without caring about others.

Warmth remained silent all the way through, and it seemed that he was also in a bad mood. They didn't speak to each other at all during their journey back to the apartment, which ended up taking over an hour.

She took off the rosetear skirt for him.

"I won't take today's incident seriously. Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble," the warm smile reassured him, clearly distinguishing between what is true and false.

Ye Feimo took off his coat; every move he made exuded a lazy air. He sat on the sofa, coldly glancing at her, "Miss Wen, you are truly considerate."

Warming raised an eyebrow, not backing down in her response, "Are you implying that Young Master Ye wants me to take it seriously"

Ye Feimo played with the rose tear in his hand, the corners of his lips slightly curling upwards, "Miss Wen, do you have any special preferences"

"What are you trying to say" Warming was puzzled.ny need for a man to be proud just because of his good looks""Fear not the lack of appreciation, but fear comparison. When compared with others, you’ll realize how lacking your taste is. I didn’t even...