The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 112: A Tense Embrace

Suddenly, Wen Nuan noticed Ye Feimo’s character being defeated by a boss on his tablet. Imagining the scene, she felt a slight amusement and couldn’t resist leaning closer. "Ye Feimo," she teased, "you got killed! You’re terrible."

Distracted by her beauty, Ye Feimo had, for the first time, charged recklessly into a group of monsters, only to be cut down by the Lich King, leaving a bloody mess.

As Wen Nuan leaned in, her collar fell open, revealing a generous expanse of her alluring cleavage. Ye Feimo’s throat tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Suddenly, he reached out and grasped her soft, full breast. Startled, Wen Nuan tried to pull away, but Ye Feimo evaded her hands and unexpectedly pulled her onto his lap.

His large hand lingered on her chest, kneading with a possessive desire.

Wen Nuan’s face flushed crimson. The script, which had fallen to the bed in her surprise, lay forgotten. She was cradled by Ye Feimo, straddling his lower abdomen. Looking down, she met his eyes, which were filled with raw desire.

The usually cold and profound depths of his eyes now held a smoldering fire.

"Ye Fei—mmph..." As Wen Nuan began to speak, Ye Feimo pressed her head down, capturing her lips and tongue.

*This was his woman*. She had agreed to be his woman. His body craved her so intensely. Why should he hide it? Why pretend to be a gentleman and wait for her willing consent? With just a few moves, she wouldn’t be able to refuse him.

He had held back long enough.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, leaving Wen Nuan completely stunned, unsure how to react or what to do. She merely clutched his shoulders as Ye Feimo boldly entwined his tongue with hers. His warm lips and tongue explored every sweet curve of her skin, conquering her.

What was happening to him?

Her hand was injured; she couldn’t stop his advances.

Ye Feimo’s kisses grew almost frantic, endlessly pulling at her tongue until it tingled. She tried to escape, but he held her head firm, preventing any movement, continuing his wild kisses.

His large sleeping robe was easily torn away by Ye Feimo, pushed down to her waist, revealing her graceful shoulders, delicate collarbones, and the enticing expanse of her chest, all captivating his gaze.

Ye Feimo’s greedy lips grazed her earlobe, her neck, and then moved lower, savagely pulling off her sleepwear before drawing her nipple into his mouth. Wen Nuan’s body felt as if a powerful electric current had surged through it.

This current coursed through every part of her, her body instinctively responding to Ye Feimo as her mind went blank.

"Ye Feimo..." Her uninjured hand pushed against his head. This action left Wen Nuan at a loss for what to do. "Don’t do this..."

She feared this feeling of being completely controlled by him, as if all her emotions, joy, and pain were in his hands. She was helpless, only able to drift in and with his movements into this unfamiliar territory.

"Yes!" Ye Feimo’s voice was hoarse. He straightened up, his dark eyes fixed intensely on her. "Wen Nuan, I want you!"

This was an absolute command, not a question.

Wen Nuan was startled. After the onslaught of desire, her beautiful, shimmering peach blossom eyes were hazy with passion, incredibly alluring. Ye Feimo felt as if he would explode from looking into those eyes, pushing Wen Nuan’s body down onto his rising arousal.

"You..." Wen Nuan’s heart felt as if it didn’t belong to her. She didn’t know who was in control, so nervous she didn’t know what to do. Ye Feimo had suppressed himself long enough and was a little excited.

He thought of nothing but burying himself deep inside her warm body, riding freely, having her fiercely, and watching her cry beneath him.

Wen Nuan was utterly embarrassed. She dared not move her injured hand, but couldn’t help but say, "Ye Feimo, my hand is injured. How can you be so cruel as to bully a disabled person?"

Ye Feimo kissed her lips and answered earnestly, "To do this, it’s enough that my hand isn’t injured. Even if my hand were injured, I could still do it. Even if your hand were broken, I could still do it."

Wen Nuan: "..."

Could he please not be so perverse?

Who discusses such matters so earnestly when doing *that*?

Wen Nuan was mortified.

"Wen Nuan, please me!" Ye Feimo said, taking her hand and pressing it tightly against his chest. Wen Nuan felt as if she had been burned and desperately wanted to pull her hand away, but he held it firmly.

The skin beneath her hand was hot, exuding youthful strength, charm, and tempting her to explore and conquer. He had completely opened himself up, pleading with her to please him.

Wen Nuan looked down at him. Ye Feimo’s usually cold face was now abnormally flushed, his forehead covered in sweat, his eyes dark red and aggressive. She thought he desperately wanted her.

But Ye Feimo, why are you doing this?

Is it because you like me, or because you just need a woman to vent with?

It doesn’t matter to you who this woman is.

Or perhaps, just like the first time, you’re merely using me as Han Bi’s substitute. Do you even know who you truly desire, who you truly want to love?

You probably don’t.

In that moment, Wen Nuan’s mind raced, but Ye Feimo gave her no time to think. He forcefully pulled her head down. Wen Nuan gazed into his eyes, seeing her own flushed face reflected there. Did her heart truly desire Ye Feimo?

Like a phantom, Wen Nuan instinctively leaned in to kiss Ye Feimo’s lips. She didn’t know how to please a man, but he seemed to enjoy kissing her, always demanding kisses when they were home.

When they slept together, he’d always hold her, seeking a goodnight kiss—the passionate, French kind.

Ye Feimo was thoroughly satisfied, returning her kiss with even greater fervor.

His large hand couldn’t resist grasping her softness, kneading it with fervent desire. Wen Nuan let out a soft sound, then suddenly remembered something and tried to pull back, but Ye Feimo firmly held her down. Wen Nuan let out a whimper, unable to free herself from his embrace.

She weakly pounded his shoulders twice. Ye Feimo, his mind clouded by desire, barely registered Wen Nuan’s feeble attempts.

And the more she resisted, the stronger his desire to conquer her became, intensifying with every struggle.

However, when his hand reached her soft spot, he felt something amiss through the fabric. Even with his mind consumed by lust, Ye Feimo felt a sudden... frustration.

"You..."

Wen Nuan’s face was burning crimson. "My period started." free𝑤ebnovel.com

*Sob...* It wasn’t her fault; she had just remembered.

Ye Feimo was too beastly, his assault too fierce. She had no chance to fight back and was almost completely consumed by him. How could she possibly remember the great problem of her period?

She swore on her purity that she absolutely did not intentionally wait until the last moment to say it.

Ye Feimo glared at her, gnashing his teeth. What did it feel like to have an exquisite delicacy placed before you, only to be told you couldn’t eat it?

Absolutely unbearable. Ye Feimo was utterly enraged.

His body was stiff as stone, every drop of hot blood boiling with the need for her, the need for her. Every inch of his skin exuded a powerful predatory urge, yet she told him...

...she was on her period.

This was undoubtedly a bucket of ice water thrown on a roaring fire.

Wen Nuan dared not move. She was sitting on his lower abdomen, and of course, she could feel that burning object beneath her, triumphantly pressing against her. The sensation was both uncomfortable and strangely unsettling, a mix of ice and fire, she couldn’t quite describe it.

Ye Feimo roughly squeezed her breast. Wen Nuan winced in pain and raised her hand to hit him. Ye Feimo suddenly said, "I hear that a woman’s body is especially tight during that time, and it’s incredibly pleasurable. I haven’t tried it, so how about..."

Wen Nuan was tearful. Seeing Ye Feimo’s earnest, very serious expression as he spoke, she just wanted to die.

"Can’t you just control yourself?" Wen Nuan was speechless. She truly didn’t understand why she was here discussing such an impure topic with him. *Sob...*

Ye Feimo held Wen Nuan’s waist, guiding her to shift downwards, letting her feel for herself whether he could control it. That hard desire pressed against her soft spot, and Wen Nuan dared not move.

Ye Feimo said expressionlessly, "See? It’s not listening to me."

Wen Nuan looked at Ye Feimo’s face. She wanted to die.

"Ye Feimo, you’re always such a beast. I think you need an inflatable doll," Wen Nuan said coolly.

"You’re my best inflatable doll."

Wen Nuan: "..."

"Come on!"

"Get lost!" Wen Nuan laughed, scolding him. In truth, it had reached this point, and her body was also incredibly uncomfortable, but what could she do?

Ye Feimo just wanted to tease her. It was her fault for not saying anything earlier and waiting until now. His body was aching terribly. He knew that engaging in *that* activity during her period would be pleasurable for the man, but very harmful to the woman’s body. No matter how lust-filled he was, he wouldn’t joke around with Wen Nuan’s health.

But it was truly unbearable.

Ye Feimo stared at Wen Nuan’s cherry red lips. Wen Nuan immediately thought the worst, her face flushing even redder as if blood would drip from it. "Don’t even think about it!"

He wanted her to pleasure him with her mouth. Don’t even think about it.

When Wen Nuan was in high school, Tang Mandong was a typical mature woman. The two of them, in Tang Shuwen’s words, were a "mature woman leading a loli."

The mature woman loved excitement. So, during high school, she dragged Wen Nuan to nightclubs, where there were several male stripper shows. The audience was all women, young and old. That scene had a huge impact on Wen Nuan.

Tang Mandong also sought excitement, and after watching the stripper shows, she would watch some R-rated content, always secretly peeking. She had also seen women and men seek pleasure in such ways. Tang Mandong said there were too many ways for men and women to do *that*, not just the traditional piston motion, and she was opening Wen Nuan’s eyes.

So, when Ye Feimo looked at her mouth, she immediately thought the worst.

Ye Feimo had only intended to kiss her, but upon hearing Wen Nuan’s words, a strange light flickered in his eyes. Wen Nuan saw it and knew instantly that his beastly instincts had awakened. She frantically tried to escape, but Ye Feimo held her waist.

"You know what I’m thinking?"

"No!" Wen Nuan shook her head decisively, tears streaming down her face.

"Since it’s that time, and we can’t *do* it, then let’s use your mouth," Young Master Ye said nonchalantly, as if commenting on the pleasant weather, completely flabbergasting Wen Nuan.

What she couldn’t stand most about Ye Feimo was that he clearly looked like he was consumed by lust, yet he spoke in such a slow, methodical manner. It was truly a test of one’s patience.

Young Master Ye was truly so twisted, so perverse.

How many men could be like him?

"Ye Feimo, I think the bathroom is the best place for you to... resolve certain needs."

Ye Feimo suddenly kissed her lips. Wen Nuan panicked. Without further ado, she was about to use her injured arm to feign pain as a desperate measure, but Ye Feimo’s eyes turned cold. He looked at her expressionlessly, "I love playing with disabled people. You’d better not give me that chance."

Wen Nuan was so frightened by his gaze that she dared not move.

*Sob...*

Ye Feimo coldly glared at her. "Hmph, fine, I’ll let you off the hook today. We’ll do it when you’re better."

With that, Ye Feimo decisively rushed to the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water echoed.

Wen Nuan felt complete relief.

She hastily threw it into the wardrobe and put on her bathrobe.

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