Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“This is…”
Si Yehan rigidly extended his hand and picked up the cufflink hanging from Ye Wanwan’s neck. It took him a moment to locate his voice, which was hoarse and husky. “Didn’t you throw this cufflink away?”
That day, she was so angry and said she was going to throw it away.
Ye Wanwan peered down at the cufflink hanging from her neck and felt her face heat up when she realized Si Yehan discovered it. She put on a stern expression and grumpily harrumphed. “Why would I throw it away? Why are you such a spendthrift? I spent at least a dollar on it…”
The moment she finished talking, she felt her world turning on its head, and their positions instantly switched. A second later, his kiss—an eruption and loss of control after prolonged restraint—fervently pressed down and crazily invaded every inch of sweetness inside her mouth…
“Mmm…” When Ye Wanwan opened her eyes, she crashed into his seemingly scarlet red eyes, which were brewing with a terrifying onslaught. The sight astounded her.
Mm, this antidote… It might be somewhat indigestible if I took it…
Ye Wanwan was metaphorically swaggering around with her chest puffed just a second ago but had now turned into a cowardly chicken.
His gaze might be crazed and frightening as it locked onto her, but his movements were shockingly gentle.
He lightly picked up her soft hands and slowly pressed them against the spot above his heart.
Ye Wanwan immediately felt how his heart was pounding extremely fast, beating against her palm.
Si Yehan buried his head against her neck and fiercely gasped for breath as he guided her hand to his lapels. “Wanwan, take it off for me…”
Ye Wanwan: “…!!!”
Why is my antidote so brazen suddenly? I can’t take it! What should I do?
Just what the heck happened?
Didn’t he merely see the cufflink hanging from my neck?
“You… you-you-you… take it off yourself… Don’t you have hands?!” Ye Wanwan quietly grumbled.
“You once said you must be the one who does this step since you like this process.”
“No… no way! I wouldn’t say such a thing! You clearly said I was pure and kind-hearted and perfect!”
What a sin! Although she didn’t want to admit it, those words did sound like something she would say…
She was growing more and more curious how in the world she got with Si Yehan back then.
“Hm, um… back then… did… did I take the lead? I didn’t force you, right?” Ye Wanwan was suddenly worried about her character and imagined a melodramatic pillaging scene in her head.
Si Yehan’s eyes became dazed, as though he had fallen into a reverie. It took a moment before he answered, “Yes.”
“…” Hahaha, I knew it…
Si Yehan continued, “On the surface, it did look like you took the lead and forced me…”
What a sin!
Ye Wanwan silently covered her face. “Hm, hold on—what do you mean it looked like that on the surface? What about in reality?”
“In reality…”
In reality, she never knew it was him who deliberately seduced her from start to end.
He knew well that it was impossible. But he wanted her too much, wanted to keep her too much, wanted to possess her too much…
“In reality what? What?” Ye Wanwan curiously inquired, her eyes wide.
What answered her a second later was his enveloping kiss, making her instantly forget what she wanted to ask.
She was picked up and gently placed on the soft bed. Her fingers were guided to slowly shred away that high-class suit until she could touch his boiling skin directly…
The white bed curtain was lowered, and the vase of roses on the bedside swayed and shook. The coolness in the man’s eyes transformed into a magma-like inferno.
Wanwan, even if you regain your memories one day, I was able to make you forget him once, so I can make you forget him a second time…
