Cold-blooded Ye Fei Mo

  Ye Fei Mo was cold-blooded, and this coldness also showed in his romantic affairs. Warmth was in his arms, holding his face, kissing him clumsily, he brushed her off, wanting to sweep her to the ground.

  The women around him were always sensible and wouldn't touch his taboos.

  As soon as he touched her, his warm hand came down, and she seemed to expect him to push her away. Her soft little hands clasped his, intertwining their fingers.

  Ye Fei Mo wanted to pause her action slightly.

  Her warm lips touched his, and his lips were not as cold as the rest of him. Soft and warm, she kissed him for the first time with such initiative, extremely nervous, her heart racing like thunder, and her hands, which he had grasped, also tightened.

  He quietly gazed at her, neither actively nor opposed, letting her kiss and caress him, warm but unskilled, only knowing how to roughly kiss, without any rhythm or method. The person didn't move, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

  She gently opened her eyes and gazed into his deep, mysterious pupils, which were as calm as the moon, devoid of emotion or warmth. The warm, pulsating heartbeat was steadied, like a basin of cold water had been poured over it.

  She also sensed her own boldness and openness, warm and regretful in every way. How did she suddenly become so passionate? Dammit, why weren't you born during the War of Resistance, charging forward with a rifle at the first sign of heat, how heroic and mighty that would be.

  You were born in a peaceful era, provoked by a bad man, inexperienced and without kissing skills, why did you passionately kiss him?

  If he gave you a little reaction, it would be fine. He's as still as a dead tree trunk, questioning your feminine charm. What's the point of being angry? A furious youth, indeed not everyone can be one.

  The warmth had already seeped into her intestines, and she felt the ambiguous posture of the two people. Just as she was about to get up, Ye Fei Mo grasped her waist.

  "Is this all you can do?" His voice was as cold as frost, his gaze three parts noble and seven parts mocking.

  Warmly biting her teeth, pleasing him, she had already kissed him, what else did she need to do?

  "If you can't even please a man, what do I want you for? There are plenty of women outside who look better than you and have better figures." Ye Fei Mo said coldly.

  Warmth was furious. Bullying others should have a limit, right? She had done everything, did they want her to strip naked in the bright office?

  "Go grab a handful for me to see." Warmth smiled slightly, she wasn't some stunning beauty, but she was a beautiful woman. Nowadays, many beauties in the entertainment industry are manufactured, but she was a natural one, not even having had a single tooth corrected. Back when she took the acting exam, it was about measurements, and she had the golden ratio, perfect proportions.

  Walking on the street, bare face can at least compete with 90% of girls, go grab a handful and try it out.

  "It seems Miss Wen wants to have the last word, in that case, there's no need to continue talking. The door is over there, don't let me send you off slowly." Ye Fei Mo picked up his pen and took a file with him, focusing on work, not looking at Wen Nuan again.