"Mr. Ye..." Wen Nuan called softly, breaking Ye Feimo’s silence. The warmth in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced once again by absolute coldness and ruthlessness.
It is so dazzling that one dare not look at it closely.
Ye Feimo lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. His kiss was so tender and intoxicating, no longer rough, giving her an illusion of being cherished.
Before long, his lips left hers.
He stood up, sat on the carpet, and leaned back on the sofa.
Wen Nuan was startled for a mont, but quickly sat up and wrapped herself in a towel.
The atmosphere was eerily quiet.
Ye Feimo closed his eyes and leaned tiredly against the sofa. There was an unshakable gloom between his brows, and... loneliness.
Especially at night, it is particularly noticeable.
It feels as if he has been abandoned by soone.
Wen Nuan couldn’t help but laugh. He was born into a prestigious family, possessing talent, good looks, and wealth. He had everything that other n had, and even what other n didn’t have. Apart from his terrible personality, he was practically perfect.
How could soone like him be abandoned?
"Be my woman." Ye Feimo repeated once again. He opened his eyes and looked directly at her. Wen Nuan was suddenly caught by his astonishingly bright eyes, startled, she hurriedly turned her face away and lowered her head.
Wen Nuan felt a slight annoyance in her heart. Who was he taking her for as a substitute?
"I sell smiles, not my body." Wen Nuan said with a smile, it was a cold joke. What kind of prince would a Cinderella like her expect? Princes were always in fairy tales, but even though she was Cinderella, she was a Cinderella with a backbone.
This sentence was sothing she had just said in a movie she played a while ago. She accompanied a senior sister to an audition at Huayun Entertainnt. It was for a spy drama, considered a major production. The director gave her a surprised look and offered her a small role to audition for, which only appeared for three minutes, as an old Shanghai dancer who made a living by selling smiles.
But the audition director was an asshole. After the audition, he asked them to et in a hotel, saying that he would discuss the details. Wen Nuan naively believed his lies at the ti and really went with her senior sister. Who knew that she could end up sleeping with the investor?
Wen Nuan could never have imagined the absurdity and filthiness of the entertainnt industry, but she also never expected that one day she would be subject to the unspoken rules.
That pighead still wanted the three of them to play together, but Wen Nuan said coldly, "I’m only good at selling smiles, not my body," and slamd the door and left
As a result, the senior sister got the role.
The movie received great feedback, and my senior sister’s career has beco much smoother. She is now a rising star.
She lost the opportunity, but she has no regrets.
"I’ll buy your smile, na your price." Ye Feimo’s voice, as cool as the moon, sounded in her ear. Wen Nuan was taken aback and looked up at him. The man’s gaze was unfathomable and intense, burning with intensity.
When the two of them were rolling over each other, several buttons on his shirt had been undone, exposing his muscular chest. With his head tilted to the side, under the twinkling lights, under the flickering lights, he had an indescribable wild charm.
Wen Nuan was shocked again, her heart pounding as he stared at him. A cold wind blew past her, causing her to shiver and instantly wake up. She hurriedly got up and ran towards the bathroom.
Leaning against the door, Wen Nuan’s heart beat like thunder. Being stared at by Ye Feimo like that, anyone would feel nervous.
In the past, she felt that Fang Liucheng had an emperor aura, but after eting Ye Feimo, she deeply understood what the emperor aura was. He doesn’t need to make any movents, just his gaze alone can make you srized.
"Oh my god, who would challenge their limits and like this kind of man? This is a recipe for a short life." Wen Nuan patted her chest to calm down. Calm down, calm down, there’s nothing to be worry about.
The clothes in the dryer were already dry, and she didn’t care about anything other than changing into her own clothes.
When she ca out, Ye Feimo was standing by the window, gazing at the city lights in the distance. The view of the entire city’s lights from the 45th floor was indescribably spectacular, yet also cold and desolate. His sleeves were rolled up high, and his back exuded an indescribable sense of loneliness and solitude. If she hadn’t witnessed his strength and abnormality, her maternal instincts might have taken over.
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"Mr. Ye, I have to go." Wen Nuan felt it necessary to at least say goodbye to him.
Ye Feimo turned around and looked at her coldly. The previous daze was gone, replaced by a chilling light. Wen Nuan looked at him bravely. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Ye Feimo’s lips as he walked over.
She couldn’t help but step back, but he was getting closer to her. His extrely elegant movents made Wen Nuan think of a word: asceticism. But on second thought, this man was the epito of indulgence. His temperant of shield and spear was too distinct, always at two extres.
He put a business card into her pocket, "You can’t escape. When you co to again on your own initiative, I won’t be so nice."
Please, this is ridiculously funny. Is he easy to talk to even now?
If this is called nice, then what would be considered isn’t?
He seed to understand what was on her mind, then with a cold look he said aningfully, "You’ll know soon enough."
Wen Nuan trembled, Ye Feimo held her face and a warm kiss fell between her eyebrows.
"You have beautiful eyes."
Warmth dared not stay for another mont and rushed out the door.
Watching that figure flee in panic and embarrassnt, Ye Feimo’s lips curled up indifferently. Under the already dim lighting, his expression appeared extrely eerie and cold.
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