Er Shao directly tore away her clothes, his long fingers following the thin fabric, teasing her passion. His attack was both swift and fierce.Warmth was simply no use.Ye Fei Mo was just about to take...On Christmas Eve, he was still in city A, how did he come to Washington

Warmth hesitated, a sharp sound of Ye Feimo's words ringing in her mind. She felt flustered, not knowing what to do. Go, go, don't make things difficult for yourself, she told herself, and the person was already outside room 402.

The fourth floor was eerily quiet, with no sound at all. Wen Nuan stood outside 402 for a long time, finally mustering the courage to open the door. The light inside was dim, and she didn't turn it on. She walked in gently, carefully making her way inside.

The room was luxurious, opulent and glittering. This was Mo Xiaobai's private yacht, very much in line with his style. It was meticulously decorated everywhere. He hadn't lied to her. Ye Feimo was indeed sleeping on the bed. She slowly sat down at the edge of the bed, tears welling up in her eyes.

Not ink...

She gently touched his hand. He was sleeping soundly, and a warm, slightly tearful smile played on his lips. "Feimo," she whispered, "Happy New Year."

I'm so sorry I didn't get to say Merry Christmas to you that day.

She sat on the bed, dumbstruck. She had so much to say to him, but she didn't know where to begin. What he had said that day echoed in her mind. To say those words, how much pride would he have to swallow

What a fool.

"Sorry, Fei Mo, I'm sorry..." Holding his hand warmly and pressing it to her lips, she repeatedly kissed it and whispered "I'm sorry." She had wanted him to live well, but she hadn't expected her cruelty to be such a torment for him.

A muffled sob echoed in the room, Ye Fei Mo suddenly opened his eyes, sensing the warmth instantly, his heart skipped a beat, he stared blankly at him, Ye Fei Mo's deep eyes flickered with a scorching heat.

It was then that I noticed his face was unusually flushed.

She forgot about escaping, thinking he was sick. She reached out to touch his forehead and was surprised by how hot it was. His neck was also burning hot. Warmly stood up in a hurry, "I'll go call the doctor."

As soon as she stood up, her hand was grasped and pulled with force. Everything turned upside down, and she was thrown onto the bed by the man. Ye Feimo only felt her hand, cold as ice, resting on his forehead, which brought him a strange sense of comfort.

Warmth was pressed beneath him, his hair inevitably scattered. Looking at him up close, she finally realized something was wrong, but it was too late. Ye Fei Mo leaned down and kissed her lips. His hot body radiated heat, Wen Wen shook her head trying to dodge, but couldn't escape his kiss. Ye Fei Mo wasn't satisfied with a simple kiss; he pushed her dress up, his hand already covering her softness...

That tender touch stimulated the medicine in his body, making him even more frenzied. His movements became rough, disregarding Wen Nuan's struggles. He tore off her dress, and the pearl necklace around her neck was pulled loose by him, the pearls jumping on the floor with a tinkling sound. While kissing Wen Nuan, he unbuckled her belt and tossed it aside roughly. The belt hit the mirror with a sharp crack. Wen Nuan was both frightened and ashamed. Ye Fei Mo's hand already spread open her legs, probing between them with one hand—and his fingertips brought pleasure to the woman beneath him.

He finally released her lips, breathing warmly and his chest rising and falling. That graceful shape made Ye Fei Mo's eyes red, so he lowered his head and bit her again. Wen Nuan was suddenly flustered, unable to help but curse in her heart, "That damn Mo Xiao Bai, actually gave Ye Fei Mo a love potion..."

"Not ink, wake up..."

"No, it hurts..." He bit her, his movements rough. The warmth that had lingered from their lovemaking was quickly replaced by pain and dryness as his eagerness turned harsh. She pleaded with him to stop, "Let go of me, Fei Mo..."

She kept shoving him, trying to rouse a sliver of reason in him. She didn't want Ye Feimo to take her without knowing who she was.

The warm struggle caused Ye Fei Mo's bloodlust and urgency, he withdrew his hand, straightened his waist and entered her body. The warmth was painful, making her body stiff, her lower body tightened, holding Ye Fei Mo back, not letting him go in.

He got stuck at just that point, the kind of stimulation and pleasure, a slight pain made Ye Feimo's beastly nature rise. He persevered until the end, going all in, warm and painful, biting her lower lip, tears streaming down her face, she couldn't help but hit Ye Feimo on the shoulder.

"Damn it!" she cried, truly in pain. Ye Fei Mo seemed to soften then, stopping his movements within her body. He lowered his head and kissed her warmly, calling softly, "Nuan Nuan, I miss you so much..."

"Warm...warm..." He kissed, pecked, his warm lips were all his. He kissed so gently, the warm heart was caught by an inexplicable sweetness and ache, tears streaming down...

"Nuannuan, why are you crying" Ye Feimo asked worriedly, as if startled. "Did I hurt you I'll come out..."

He wanted to withdraw, but she warmly pulled him closer, hooking her leg around his waist to prevent him from leaving. She held onto him, smiling through tears, "It doesn't hurt, right Don't you often have this kind of dream"

Ye Fei didn't hesitate, nodding his head and kissing her deeply. His lower body moved as well, gently thrusting in and out, his tongue teasing hers, swirling and kissing, nibbling, sharing their saliva.

Fei Mo Yu was still brooding over her, at this moment he was clear-headed, or was he dazed Did he know what he was doing

Before warmth could even register, I was swept into Ye Fei Mo's tide of emotions, unable to resist.

He seemed a bit clumsy, always changing his ways to woo her. Besides a few times when he was too eager and lacked finesse, appearing rough. This time he also appeared awkward, warm with a hint of sourness and sweetness. With tender hands, she gently caressed his stiff spine, following the curve down his back. The two of them kissed until their lips and tongues were numbed, only then did Ye Fei Mo slightly loosen her grip, his parched body becoming lubricated...

His assault was easier, more urgent, as if he wanted to keep doing this. His movements were rough, with no tenderness.

She leaned into him, anticipating his every move, and willingly gave in to his desires. Ye Fei Mo was consumed with desire, he ravaged her with a fiery passion, driving her wild like a raging storm within her body.

Pleasure slowly surged, like a tide, washing over her. She gritted her teeth, enduring his passion, transforming her suppressed and hidden emotions into his urgency and sweat.

The tide roared in, waves surging forward, washing over the most tender parts of their bodies. They held each other close, savoring the moment. Ye Fei Mo's tall figure pressed down on her warm body, his ragged breaths whispering in her ear.

It's so hot...

Even in December, the day was scorchingly hot. Sweat poured down like rain, leaving the two of them feeling as if they had been pulled from water, drenched and wet with hair clinging together. Their breaths came in heated gasps, soft skin rubbing against strong chests, a sensation so intimate and captivating. This closeness was unmatched; there was no relationship more tender than this.

Not ink, not ink.... her side, taking her arm and lowering her voice, "Wen Wen, are you crazy"Warmth looked at Han Bi with a cold gaze, suppressing her temper as much as possible. Han Bi smiled slightly. A reporter asked...