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?"
