Girlfriend (The Original Work)

"I'll buy your smile too, name your price," Ye Feimo's voice, cool as the moon, rose by my ear, startling Wen Nuan. She looked up at him, his eyes mysteriously veiled and intensely compelling.

His shirt had lost several buttons in their tussle, revealing his muscular torso. As he turned his head, the flickering light cast an indescribable wild charm on him.

Wen Nuan was taken aback once again, her heart thundering beneath his gaze. A cold wind swept by high above, sending a shiver through her, and she quickly came to her senses, rushing to the bathroom.

Leaning against the door, her heart pounded like thunder. Being looked at by Ye Feimo like that would make anyone nervous.

She used to think Fang Liucheng had an emperor-like aura, but it was only after meeting Ye Feimo that she truly understood what an emperor's presence was: without a gesture or a step, a single look from him was enough to leave you breathless.

"My God, who would be brave enough to fall for such a man? This would be life-shortening," Wen Nuan admonished herself to calm down as she patted her chest. Calm down, calm down, there's nothing to be nervous about.

The clothes in the dryer were ready, and Wen Nuan didn't care about anything else; she quickly changed into her own clothes.

When she came out, Ye Feimo stood by the window, gazing out at the city lights. From the 45th floor, the spectacle of lights below was unspeakably magnificent and equally quiet. His sleeves were rolled up high, and his silhouette was indescribably desolate and lonely; had she not known of his strength and perversity, her motherly instincts might have taken over.

"Mr. Ye, it's time for me to leave," Wen Nuan felt it necessary to notify him.

Ye Feimo turned around and looked at her sharply, the haze gone from before, replaced only by an icy glare. Wen Nuan bravely met his gaze; a sneer crossed Ye Feimo's lips, and he approached her.

She couldn't help but step back, but he pressed in even closer, the elegance of his movements reminding her of a word, ascetic seduction. But then she thought again; this man was a symbol of indulgence. The contradictory qualities about him were stark, always fluctuating between extremes.

He slipped a business card into her pocket, "You can't escape. When you come to me on your own again, I won't be so easy to talk to."

Give me a break, this guy is joking, right? Is he really that easy to talk to now?

If this is considered easy to talk to, what's considered difficult?

It was as if he could read her thoughts; with a penetrating glance, he said meaningfully, "You'll find out soon enough."

Wen Nuan shuddered, Ye Feimo cradled her face, and a tender kiss landed between her brows.

"Your eyes are very beautiful."

Wen Nuan didn't dare linger any longer and dashed out the door.

Watching her panicked escape, Ye Feimo's lips curved into a wooden smile. Under the already dim lighting, his complexion appeared extraordinarily eerie and cold.