The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 184: My little enchantress

Wen Nuan tilted her head to the side, drifting off to sleep, overcome with drowsiness.

Ye Feimo smiled, his heart racing with excitement as he sped all the way home.

He carried her upstairs. Wen Nuan felt incredibly hot, instinctively tugging at her clothes, constantly leaning into Ye Feimo. Her head twisted ceaselessly against his neck, kissing it, and playfully nipping his Adam’s apple. Ye Feimo’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and all his blood rushed downwards: "My little enchantress..."

"Ye Feimo, it’s so hot..." Wen Nuan mumbled, shedding her coat moments later, swaying precariously before falling onto the bed. She then tried to pull off her skirt. The after-effects of the alcohol were kicking in, making her so hot that she writhed against the sheets, tearing at her clothes.

Ye Feimo watched this alluring scene, a foxy smile curving his lips. He stripped off his clothes and got into bed, deliberately tempting Wen Nuan. His warm, wet kisses fell behind her ear: "Very hot?"

Wen Nuan nodded. "So hot, help me take off my clothes."

Ye Feimo, of course, was delighted to oblige, quickly stripping her bare. Wen Nuan felt his lips seemed cool, and couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss them. This time, Ye Feimo was incredibly patient, guiding Wen Nuan to pleasure him.

"Ye Feimo, your body is so hard..." Wen Nuan touched his chest, poking it playfully. It was unyielding, not soft at all. Her eyes were completely intoxicated, hazy and mesmerizing, and her pouty, crimson lips looked even more inviting.

Ye Feimo’s body grew even harder, all his strength seemingly rushing to one place.

Wen Nuan straddled him, curiously poking his muscles, then feeling her own, a silly smile on her face. "Not as soft as mine, not nice to touch. I want to go to sleep..."

She tried to roll over and lie down to sleep, but Ye Feimo swiftly pulled her back, gritting his teeth as he asked, "Aren’t you very hot?"

"Yes, I’m very hot. It won’t be hot if you turn on the air conditioning..."

Ye Feimo smiled, rubbing her chest with both hands. "Where is it hot?"

Wen Nuan was drunk, smiling adorably, pointing to the softness he held in his grasp: "It’s hot here."

"And where else?"

"It’s hot here too." Wen Nuan covered her flat lower abdomen with both hands, feeling as if a fire was burning inside. Ye Feimo adored her naive charm. Alcohol was truly a wonderful thing; otherwise, how could he ever see Wen Nuan like this?

Such an innocent little thing, it almost made him reluctant to act, but one glance from her captivating, shimmering eyes would instantly turn him into a beast, pressing down on her...

Wen Nuan’s hand followed the curve of his body, landing on his inner thigh, gripping his little brother. She frowned, then suddenly gave it a hard tug. Ye Feimo winced in pain, almost kicking her off. *This brat, pulling a banana!*

"Why are you glaring at me? He’s making me uncomfortable." Wen Nuan was utterly innocent, widening her eyes to try and see what it was, but Ye Feimo had already rolled over and pinned her down, fiercely capturing her lips and tongue...

*Being too drunk isn’t good. Next time, half-drunk will be perfect.*

*This silly girl.*

His kiss made Wen Nuan feel even hotter. She couldn’t help but hook her arms around Ye Feimo’s neck, passionately returning his kiss. Ye Feimo was already burning with desire, completely aroused by the clumsy Wen Nuan. He went straight for the main event, his fingers gently exploring her intimate pathway. Wen Nuan cried out in pain, trying to pull away. He had been too rough that night, and her body still ached.

Ye Feimo didn’t want her to be too uncomfortable. He skillfully pleased her, ensuring her body was sufficiently aroused until Wen Nuan comfortably let out the sounds he wanted to hear. Only then did Ye Feimo withdraw his fingers, thrusting his hips into her. There wasn’t too much pain, but Wen Nuan felt a slight discomfort, an overwhelming fullness that made her want to escape.

Ye Feimo pulled back slightly, then thrust in hard again...

"Ah..." Wen Nuan cried out, instinctively lifting her legs to hook around his waist. Ye Feimo leaned down to kiss her lips, thrusting powerfully, swallowing her whimpers within their intertwined lips.

Chest against chest, lower abdomen against lower abdomen, their bodies seemed to ignite from the friction, consuming them both. Her body was incredibly tight, and Ye Feimo reveled in the sensation.

He had always believed he wasn’t a man given to excessive lust, having had many women, but never before had he been so utterly captivated by one woman’s body, only wanting her madly, never feeling he had enough.

When he engaged in such acts, he always remained clear-headed, consciously aware of taking a woman. But with Wen Nuan, he only cared about drowning in the pleasure she gave him.

He cast aside all restraint, his desires dominating his reason. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

After several hard thrusts, Ye Feimo coaxed Wen Nuan to shift, turning onto her side, facing away from him. He entered her from behind, another series of fierce and heavy thrusts. Wen Nuan, unable to bear it, begged for mercy. Ye Feimo’s movements then softened again, making Wen Nuan want to escape yet also yield, unsure whether to ask him to go faster or slower...

After all, she was drunk, quite severely so. The sensory pleasure made Wen Nuan abandon her inhibitions, and she couldn’t help but respond to him: "Ye Feimo, you... faster..."

Ye Feimo peppered her back with tiny kisses: "You asked for this..."

His subsequent words were shattered by his thrusts. Both were utterly immersed in sensory pleasure.

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Su Ran drove Chen Xueru home. The car was a bit warm, and her body felt very hot, her face flushed crimson. Chen Xueru rolled down the window, and the cool wind rushed in, making her feel slightly more comfortable.

Su Ran glanced at her, smiling as he asked, "Are you tipsy?"

She had drunk quite a bit, and her face was incredibly red. Su Ran thought, *Yes, she’s tipsy.*

"A little," Chen Xueru said softly.

Su Ran asked, "Xueru, what do you think of me?"

Chen Xueru turned to look at Su Ran. "You’re very good."

"If I were to pursue you, would I have a chance?"

"Su Ran, you’re so direct," Chen Xueru said, a bitter smile on her face. *What right did she have to be liked by someone like Su Ran, a favored son of heaven?*

"There are too few good girls nowadays. My dad says, if you find someone you like, you have to act fast, or someone else will snatch them up," Su Ran joked, though even now, his actions seemed a bit slow.

"How do you know I’m a good girl?"

"What kind of discerning eye do you think I have? If I say you’re a good girl, then you’re a good girl. Anyone who dares to say otherwise, let them come forward, and I’ll kill them."

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