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Warming hesitated, the sharp words of Ye Feimo ringing in her mind. She fidgeted, unsure of what to do. Go, go, don’t torment yourself, she told herself as she stood outside room 402.

The fourth floor was eerily quiet, devoid of any sound. Warming stood outside the door for a long time before finally gathering her courage and entering. The lights were dimmed; she didn't turn them on but quietly stepped inside instead.

The room was luxurious, resplendent with gold and grandeur—a fitting style for Moxiaobai's private yacht. Everywhere exuded meticulous refinement. He hadn’t lied to her—Ye Feimo was indeed sleeping soundly in the bedroom. She slowly sat down beside him, tears welling up.

Feimo...

Gently touching his hand, she smiled faintly as he slept so deeply, resembling a pear blossom with dewdrops. "Feimo, happy new year."

I’m sorry I didn’t wish you Merry Christmas that day.

Sitting dumbly by the bed, there were many things she wanted to say to him but had no idea where to begin. The words Feimo said to her came back in a rush; how much of his pride must he have set aside to utter those words

What a fool.

"I'm sorry, FeiMo, I'm so sorry..." With her warm hand holding his and placing it to her lips for kisses, she kept saying "sorry," thinking he should live well but ended up being cruel to him; it was torture for him.

A low sob echoed in the room. Ye Feimo suddenly opened his eyes. Warmth noticed this and panicked, staring blankly at him as a fiery blaze flickered in Ye Feimo's deep eyes.

She only then noticed how abnormally red his face was.

Forget about fleeing now; she thought he was sick, so she reached out to feel his forehead. She gasped slightly: it felt extremely hot. Even the nape of his neck felt scorching. Warmth hastily got up and said, "I'll call for a doctor."

The moment she tried getting up, her hand was seized by him as he forcefully pulled her down, throwing them into disarray until she lay beneath him. Ye Feimo found it very soothing to have her cold hand resting on his forehead.

Warmth was pinned under him, and her hair inevitably became tousled. She finally noticed something amiss from up close but was too late as Ye Feimo bent down to kiss her lips. His hot body emitted a heated aura; Warmth shook her head in an attempt to dodge his kisses but failed. Unsatisfied with just kissing, he pushed up her dress and covered her softness with his hand...

The sensation ignited the drug's effects inside him even more fiercely, making his actions rougher as he disregarded her struggles, stripping off her gown. The pearl necklace around her neck fell off in the process, its beads clattering on the floor. He kissed Warmth while simultaneously unfastening and roughly tossing away his belt with a resounding snap against the mirror frame. Warmth was alarmed and embarrassed; Ye Feimo's waist spread open her legs as he probed between them – curling his fingers to please the woman beneath him.

Finally, he released her lips. Warmth panted heavily, her chest rising and falling, its graceful form enraging Ye Feimo even more as he lowered himself to capture it in his mouth. Warmth was frantic; she couldn't help but curse Mo Xiaobai inwardly: this damned Mo Xiaobai actually gave Ye Feimo a love potion...

"Nie Mo, wake up..."

"No, it hurts..." He had hurt her with his biting and rough movements. Her body, unused to Han Hu's love for a long time, was made dry and sore by his urgency and roughness. She pleaded him to let go, "Let me go, Nie Mo..."

She continuously pushed him away, trying to awaken some sense of reason in him; she didn't want Ye Nimo to take her without knowing who it was.

The struggle from the warmth caused a bloodlust and urgency from Ye Nimo. He withdrew his hand and thrust into her body with one movement. The warmth stung, causing her body to stiffen and her vagina to tighten, preventing him from entering further.

Only halfway in, he was stopped by her tightness. The stimulation and pleasure combined with a slight pain caused Ye Nimo's beastly nature to surface; he thrust all the way in, making her bite down on her lower lip as tears flowed out uncontrollably, hitting Ye Nimo's shoulder.

"Scoundrel!" She cried, truly hurting. It seemed Ye Nimo softened and stopped moving inside of her, bending his head to kiss warmth while calling out dazedly, "Nuannuan, I miss you so much..."

"Nuannuan... Nuannuan..." He kissed her lips softly, each one a tender touch, the red lips filled with only Ye Nimo's warmth. His kisses were extremely gentle and sweet, causing an inexplicable sweetness and pain to grip her heart as tears flowed endlessly...

"Nuannuan, why are you crying" Ye Nimo worriedly asked, seemingly alarmed by this situation, "Did I hurt you Let me out..."

As soon as he tried to pull back, Nuannuan hooked her leg around his waist and prevented him from retreating. She held onto him with a tearful smile, saying, "It doesn't hurt. Do you often have such dreams"

Ye Feimo nodded and deeply kissed her lips, moving his lower body as well, gently thrusting in and out. His tongue danced with hers, swirling and sucking, sharing each other's saliva.

Was he still clear-headed or was he somewhat dazed right now Was he aware of what he was doing

Warming didn't have time to think before Ye Feimo had already drawn her into the passion, unable to extricate herself from it.

He seemed a bit clumsy this time, usually always coming up with new ways to satisfy her. Besides a few instances when he was too eager and lacked technique, making him appear rough. This time, he appeared even more awkward. Warming felt both sweet and sour as she gently caressed his stiff back, soothing him along the way. Their kisses were so passionate that their tongues went numb before Ye Feimo finally loosened his grip on her, and his dry body gradually became slick...

His thrusts were rougher and more urgent now, as if he wanted to continue like this forever, showing no tenderness or care.

Warming arched her back in response to his movements, initiating pleasure for him. This only aroused Ye Feimo even further, driving him mad with desire within her body like a tempest.

The pleasure gradually rose and surged over her like a tide as she gritted her teeth to endure his passion, transforming the restrained emotions she harbored into his urgency and sweat.

A wave of intense sensation crashed over them, washing away their deepest sensibilities. They embraced each other while savoring the afterglow, Ye Feimo's large frame pressing down on Warming as he panted heavily by her ear.

So hot... saying anything. He was fully carrying on the gentlemanly image of Ye Ningyuan."Next time if you dare to cause such a commotion again, I'll send you to the training base and let you play until your h...