ll asleep. Warmth caressed her young face with tenderness. Turning off the light, Warmth sat at the end of the sofa, looking out the window at the faint starlight. Her life was like this moment's star...When Ye Feimo first gifted him perfume, he jokingly said, "Should I spritz myself up at night so you can pounce on me"

When he was taking a bath, she actually took the perfume to the bathroom and sprayed it on him. As a result, she pinned him down in the bathroom, taking the lead throughout the entire process. The two of them frolicked until late into the night before finally calming down.

The mountain road had eighteen bends, the car turned several big turns, and the two people inevitably came into physical contact.

Warmth quickly departed.

Another turn, and Ye Fei Mo's body leaned over, the two of them almost sticking together. Wen Nuan glared at him with warmth, Ye Fei Mo smiled slightly, reaching out without hitting a smiling face. Wen Nuan was annoyed but didn't say anything.

He grew bolder and reached out to grasp her hand.

Warmth was angry, feigning to shake his hand away, Ye Fei Mo grasped her hand, not letting her go. He began chatting with Mother Wen, who knew Athens quite well too. The two had much to talk about. Warmth, out of respect for her mother's face, did not lash out.

They arrived all the way at Ye Fei Mo's city villa.

The villa is divided into blue and white, very elegant, like a castle. It's warm and I like it very much. Outside, tall trees surround it, their leaves are all yellow, looking quite beautiful.

The driver carried the luggage upstairs. Mom Wen was surprised and asked Ye Feimo why he bought a house in Athens. The house was very big, accommodating over ten people. Ye Feimo explained his family's situation. His parents and aunts and uncles frequently traveled, so they had a house in every major city around the world. It was convenient for them to stay during their trips because of their special status; they disliked staying in hotels.

Of course, Wen Nuan knew what Ye Fei Mo meant. However, Mama Wen looked utterly confused. Ye Fei Mo didn't elaborate further. The butler brought Ye Fei Mo and Wen Nuan's luggage to Ye Fei Mo's room, while Mama Wen's was placed in the guest room.

Warmly thinking, he must have done it on purpose.

Why does she have to share a room with Ye Fei Mo

Mom Wen went back to her room to pack her bags. She was a bit tired from the plane ride and wanted to rest for a few hours before coming out to eat. Wen Nuan went to her room to get her luggage; she wasn't going to share a room with Ye Fei Mo.

She was pulling her luggage just about to step out, when Ye Feimo flashed in, quickly blocking her way. As soon as the door closed, his tall figure stood before her, oppressive and with deep, fathomless eyes... There was a scorching fire in his gaze.

He watched her with a warm indifference, pulling her luggage and continuing to walk. Ye Feimo stood motionless in front of her.

"I'm going out."

"Apart from my room, the rest are Daddy and Mommy's rooms. There's only one guest room for Mom. Where do you want to go" Ye Fei Mo asked faintly.

"I'm going to live with Mom."

Ye Fei's heart pounded like it had been struck by a light whip. She trembled slightly. "I went to live with my mother," she said, "She never mentioned my mother." Until today, she still treated them as one.

Warmth seemed to realize that her name was a bit off, just as she wanted to correct it, someone had grabbed her waist. Ye Fei Mo's kiss swept over her, engulfing her completely. He had wanted to do this for a long time.

Warmth didn't expect Ye Fei Mo to suddenly kiss her, she was stunned for a moment, could only allow Ye Fei Mo's tongue to plunder her sweetness, conquering the city and plundering the land, claiming sovereignty. He kissed passionately, Warmth's body was too familiar with his intimacy, making very natural reactions, proactively kissing him back.

Ye Fei Mo really enjoyed her kissing him. Every time the two of them were intimate, when she kissed him, he would get very excited. This was her secret code to controlling his happiness, so every time they were intimate, she would kiss him back because she liked seeing his intoxicated expression.

Aware of her response, Ye Fei Mo became noticeably crazed, holding Warmth in his arms, he turned around and pressed her down onto the soft big bed.

Her hair spread out like clouds, and Ye Fei Mo's figure superimposed on it, holding her head and kissing her lips, cheeks, earlobes, and neck frantically. That kind of urgency and passion was rare to see.

He eagerly pulled at her clothes, still warm and lost in the pleasure he had created. When he came to his senses, she was half-naked, her clothes ripped and torn away by Ye Fei Mo. They were roughly pulled down to her waist, leaving only half of the fabric hanging there.

He lowered his head, burying his face in the bud of her chest. His other hand had already grasped her softness rather roughly, rubbing it hard, making white waves sparkle, warming her cheeks to a blush. She felt like she was floating on clouds, yet ashamed at the same time. She repeatedly whispered "let go" but Ye Fei Mo didn't hear a word. She was both ashamed and angry, yet too afraid to struggle. After a year of marriage, she knew Ye Fei Mo's nature: the more she struggled, the more frenzied he became.

"Ye Fei Mo, you beast…" She pounded him a few times, couldn't hold back her coldness anymore. On this matter, she had never been Ye Fei Mo's opponent, every time he would make her suffer to the extreme, feeling worse than death.

“I miss you, don’t you miss me” Ye Fei Mo kissed her earlobe, whispering huskily in her ear, his knee pushing open her thigh, pushing her skirt up, his big hand slowly stroking her thigh, only stroking to the heart of her leg……

"You bastard, we're about to get divorced, you..." She was so angry she didn't know what to say, but her physical reaction was uncontrollable. Her trembling and struggling couldn't hide from Ye Fei Mo.

If she had no feelings for Ye Feimo at all, there wouldn't be much to say. But the fact was not like that, she... couldn't refuse Ye Feimo, almost instinctively wouldn't refuse any of his requests.

From our marriage until now, it's always been like this, including in bed.

She would cooperate with him no matter how tired she was, as long as he wanted.

He was also well acquainted with her erogenous zones, knowing just how to quickly arouse her passion and how to bring her the greatest pleasure.

"We're not divorced…" he said, kissing her firmly, "Absolutely not. You will always be my wife, forever and ever."

Warmth couldn't articulate the struggle and pain in her heart. Seeing him lost in confusion, she felt only pain, but this fleeting pain was interrupted by a strong physical response.

His fingers moved wickedly in her delicate path, warming and tightening his body. She reached out to grab his wrist, but Ye FeiMo held her hand and teased her together. Wen Nuan was furious, but her mind began to blur.

The moment she thought of her ruthless decision to divorce Ye Fei Mo, speaking so definitively, maintaining distance from him for so many days, saying they needed a break, acting cold and indifferent, putting on such a brave face... But now...

And her mother was still within sight, yet she had sunk to such a shameful state, lost in the lust between him and herself. A strange mix of shame and anger gripped her warm heart, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Ye Fei's plundering movements paused for a moment, "Really... that unbearable" seek revenge on Bai Liu, he just needed to tell Mo Yao that he had seen this man before falling into a coma. Then Mo Yao would absolutely not forgive Bai Liu. Mo Yao knew Bai Liu's identity and vague...