"I’m in Milan."
"I know. Anning has a jewelry exhibition, and it ended today, right?" Ye Feimo seed to be talking to soone else, and the background noise was a bit loud, sounding like Italian, which she couldn’t understand a single word of.
This conversation made Wen Nuan feel a bit frustrated. "Hey, is that all you’re going to say?"
"What’s wrong?"
"Aren’t you still in Ro? At the very least, you should say sothing like, ’Why don’t you co to Ro for a trip? I’ll be your guide.’ You can’t even say that? How are you supposed to be a boyfriend?" Wen Nuan couldn’t help but complain. She wanted to hit Ye Feimo’s head with a hamr. She had given such obvious hints; if he still didn’t get it, she wouldn’t be polite anymore.
Just look at this conversation; it hardly sounded like a couple who had been separated for a few days.
Isn’t there a saying, "A day apart feels like three autumns"? And they were still in the honeymoon phase. Being so distant was just unreasonable. Wen Nuan felt a little dissatisfied.
Cai Xiaojing was trying to suppress her laughter beside them. What a pair of live wires.
"Miss ?"
"Hmph, conceited!" Wen Nuan scoffed. "I don’t miss you at all, not even a little bit. I just want to see the scenery of Ro, and it has nothing to do with missing you."
A low, husky laugh seed to escape his throat. It was incredibly pleasant to hear. Wen Nuan’s face inexplicably flushed. Well, it was clear she was giving herself away.
The more he laughed, the hotter her face beca.
The doorbell rang, but she didn’t even notice Cai Xiaojing opening the door. Wen Nuan lay on the bed, fiercely saying, "Stop laughing, Ye Feimo. Are you going to be my guide or not? If not, I won’t go."
"You little girl, why are you always saying one thing but aning another?" Ye Feimo said with a light chuckle. Wen Nuan subconsciously wanted to retort, but after thinking about it, she decided against it. There was nothing to refute.
She did miss him a little.
A faint scent of champagne roses filled the air. Wen Nuan turned over and said, "I’ll ask Sister Xiaojing to buy the train ticket. I’ll tell you once it’s bought, and you co pick up. Otherwise, I’ll definitely get abducted."
"You know you’d get abducted, so don’t wander around. I’ll co find you," Ye Feimo said with a laugh.
Wen Nuan was a bit puzzled. "Ye Feimo, is your phone’s performance too good? Why do I hear your voice right next to my ear? That’s strange."
"Idiot!" Ye Feimo saw her lying ungracefully on the bed, casually swinging her legs, with her black underwear subtly showing. His throat tightened involuntarily, and the reaction imdiately went to his lower body. After days apart, and with her being so alluring, he wouldn’t be a man if he didn’t react.
Wen Nuan’s back stiffened. That voice was right behind her. She hastily turned around and saw a large bouquet of champagne roses on the table. And he was walking towards her, his eyes blazing with desire. He wore a cream-colored trench coat, standing tall and handso, exuding unparalleled charm. Wen Nuan jumped up in surprise, montarily unaware of his desire. Overwheld with joy, she pounced on him. Ye Feimo laughed as he caught her. Wen Nuan wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, as gleeful as a child.
"Why are you here? I was going to Ro to surprise you, but I didn’t expect you to co first!" Wen Nuan said happily. Ye Feimo smoothly pressed her onto the bed, his nose touching hers, intimately close.
"Did you miss ?"
Wen Nuan smiled brilliantly, holding up an index finger. "Just a little bit."
"Only a little bit?"
"A little bit more..." She mischievously blinked her eyes. It had only been a little over a week since they last t, but she truly missed him terribly. He was on her mind whether she was eating or sleeping. Wen Nuan actively kissed his lips.
Miss Wen was expressing a pure longing and adoration, while Young Master Ye Second clearly intended to pounce like a hungry wolf on a lamb. He deeply kissed her lips, his hands tearing at her clothes. Wen Nuan let out a soft moan, not bothering to be coy, and began to remove his clothes. She had just returned from an event today and hadn’t changed. The dress was designed to be form-fitting, so she couldn’t wear a bra underneath, and to avoid showing panty lines, she was wearing black underwear.
With the dress removed, her appearance was so beautiful it made one want to devour her whole.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and both were visibly more excited. Ye Feimo had no patience for foreplay, his body greatly swollen, and he went straight to the point, deeply entering her.
Her body stiffened. As she wasn’t wet enough, there was a slight friction, making Ye Feimo’s scalp tingle. Every hair on his body stood on end with pleasure. He murmured against her earlobe, "Relax."
"You’re too impatient..." She shyly punched him. Ye Feimo truly couldn’t hold back anymore. He decided to go all the way with his impatience, forcefully thrusting his hips, each thrust harder and heavier than the last, deeply striking her innermost being. Wen Nuan clung to his shoulders, enduring his increasingly rapid attacks, involuntarily letting out sounds. Her body wrapped around his waist, and as he thrust, she couldn’t help but lift her hips to et his movents.
Their bodies were extrely familiar with each other and knew how to ignite each other’s passion. But this post-separation lovemaking had no technique to speak of; it was direct and explicit in expressing their longing for each other.
Passionate, surging, like floating and sinking in an ocean of desire, pursuing the greatest sensory stimulation and pleasure.
Sotis, a person’s body language can express inner feelings better than words.
So direct, without reservation.
Utterly fulfilling.
Afterward, he remained inside her without restraint. Both were covered in sweat, breathing heavily, embracing each other and enjoying the afterglow of climax. There was always an indescribable feeling.
Even more intimate, and completely fused.
Wen Nuan rested her head on his arm. After a short rest, she lightly punched his chest. "How did you get here?"
"I arrived yesterday," Ye Feimo said with a smile, pecking her lips, then lingering, sucking on them as if he couldn’t get enough. Every ti he had her, he would already be thinking of the next ti; it was never enough.
He had never been one to indulge in won, but if she was the fem fatale, he would willingly neglect his kingly duties and spend every day in her bedchamber.
If he were an ancient emperor, he would definitely be a corrupt one.
"You arrived yesterday? Why didn’t you tell ?" Wen Nuan exclaid. She had almost booked a train ticket to Ro.
"So you could concentrate on this jewelry exhibition," Ye Feimo said, stroking her damp hair, his hand tracing from her chest down to her waist, chuckling softly. "You’ve gained so weight, haven’t you?"
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