o Muscat Do you think I'm blowing smoke up your..."Fang Jiaqi knew he was angry, and she didn't confront him directly. After accompanying him for so many years, she understood his temper very well. Sh...Warmth was a woman who knew when to be compliant. She understood that if she refused his request at this time, she would surely be raped and then killed. So, she became obedient. What was his name Ah, right, Ye Fei Mo.

"Ye Fei Mo..."

"Not ink," he corrected, his voice low and grave.

Held in his warmth, she could bite into his shoulder with just a stretch of her mouth. She truly wanted to take a chunk of him.

But a good woman does not fight with a pervert.

She endured.

The situation is indeed unfavorable to her.

" Fei Mo..." The name is nice, the person is good-looking, but the personality is too bad. There must be a problem with Ye family's education.

"Speak a little quieter."

"Not ink…" Warmth lowered her voice.

"Lighter."

"Not ink!" A warm breath, like a silken thread.

"Just a little softer."

"...Not ink." She suddenly felt her voice was husky.

I warmed my heart and paid respects to the eighteen generations of Ye's ancestors.

Who the hell raised such a pervert I'm not a 24/7 phone sex operator, why are you making me sound so passionate and seductive What kind of twisted son was born to someone like this, get him back in there and give birth to a decent one.

Oh God, please save me.

The warmth, the pain... it's like wanting to die. To be held without a stitch of clothing, with that voice so intoxicating calling his name... It's really...ensitive spots; they would blush before his face even did. Who in their right mind would stare at another man like that To be caught and still brazenly say things like "I find you beautiful," or "I'm...