Girlfriend (The Original Work)

45th floor, a duplex apartment.

The decor exudes a classic elegance, with soft carpeting, beige sofas, beautiful chandeliers, and vintage furniture. Everywhere you look, there is a sense of refinement, yet it can't conceal a homely warmth, a warmth that did not match his entire demeanor.

She looked around, yet nowhere could she find any trace of warmth in Ye Feimo.

Cold, silent, and hard—those were her impressions of Ye Feimo.

He threw her a bathrobe. "Clean yourself up, I have something to tell you."

"Mr. Ye, I..."

"Clean yourself up!" Ye Feimo said, each word deliberate and ice-cold.

Wen Nuan gritted her teeth, swung her fist in the air as soon as she closed the bathroom door, cursing, "Damned freak, damned ice block! The one who lost her virginity was her, the one at a disadvantage was her, the one who took advantage of someone vulnerable was him, so why does he act so self-righteous?"

Wen Nuan was livid, and then it dawned on her—why did she even follow him home? She must have lost her mind.

Given Ye Feimo's reputation with women, alone together...

Damn, Wen Nuan, you realize too late.

She was generally a positive person; she thought to herself, since it had happened once already and her purity was gone, she decided not to be pretentious— that man might not even be interested in her.

She changed out of her drenched clothes—she had to, even her underwear was wet—she hastily washed them and threw them in the dryer. The man's bathrobe was large and loose, she wrapped herself up tightly, checked that everything was in order, then opened the bathroom door.

Inside, wearing nothing, Wen Nuan felt awkward.

Ye Feimo had undone his tie and loosened the top three buttons of his shirt, revealing a well-built chest. His sleeves were casually rolled up, giving him a wild and unrestrained look, yet also exuded a palpable danger.

Heaven really wasn't fair, giving him the most handsome face, the most prestigious origin, and it would have been enough had it given him charisma and charm, but even his physique was perfected. Truly, heaven had turned a blind eye—how could other men stand a chance?

So many people living off the same thing.

"Mr. Ye, I want to ask you..."

"Be my woman!" Wen Nuan hadn't finished speaking when Ye Feimo interrupted, decisively and emphatically, with a burning gaze.