After applying medicine to her injured knee, Ye Juemo suddenly sat next to her. His slightly cold fingers lifted her chin, and his handsome face leaned in closer to her.
A strong sense of masculinity overwhelmed her, carrying with it invisible power and oppression. Yan Xiruo’s breath tightened and she subconsciously moved her body, trying to stay away from him. However, the next second, his powerful arm grabbed her slender waist tightly.
Yan Xiruo couldn’t break free from his big palm. She stared at him in anger and humiliation. “What else do you want to do? Aren’t you going to attend the banquet?”
Ye Juemo saw the panic and vigilance in her eyes. His thin and cold lips curved slightly. “What do you think I want to do?”
Light and shadow were interweaved on his chiseled face, making his eyes look deeper and darker. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, carrying with it a trace of impermanence. Yan Xiruo lowered her long eyelashes and felt panic.
This cold, arrogant, shameless, and unreasonable man exuded a strong male charm. He was the kind of man who could make a woman pregnant from listening to his voice alone.
Yan Xiruo was inexperienced and tender in the aspect of relationships. She wanted to push him away. However, when he leaned in closer, she blushed and her heart raced.
She knew that this had nothing to do with love. It was simply because this man was too charming.
He was just inches away from her. His breath was sprayed on her tender skin, like a bunch of flames torching her. She lowered her head and stared at the knee that had medicine applied. She said with unclear emotions, “Mister, are you sure you want to be in an ambiguous relationship with a married woman?” Ever since the wedding night, her structured life had undergone earth-shattering changes because of him.
“Your marriage won’t last too long.” Ye Juemo took away his big palm that had been placed on Yan Xiruo’s waist. As he lifted her chin, he used his ointment-covered fingertips to gently wipe at the corners of her lips, which had broken.
His actions shocked Yan Xiruo.
She didn’t expect that he was sitting by her side just to apply medicine to the corners of her lips.
Lu Jingchen had slapped her hard. After ointment was applied to the corners of her lips, she felt a sharp pain. However, it was replaced by a sense of coolness soon after.
“Ye Juemo,” he said out of nowhere.
Yan Xiruo was confused and stared at him in puzzlement.
His deep and narrow eyes moved from the corners of her mouth to her face. Looking at her clear eyes, which carried a trace of doubt, he said expressionlessly, “I’m not called Sir or Mister. My name’s Ye Juemo.”
His face was only inches away from hers. Under his thick and long eyelashes, his eyes were dark and bottomless. He had deep facial features and was so good-looking that he was flawless.
Ye Juemo saw Yan Xiruo staring blankly at his face. He raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly. “What’s wrong? Disappointed that I didn’t kiss you?”
Yan Xiruo recovered and quickly slapped away the big palm that was pinching her chin. She stood up and wanted to leave when his low voice traveled over. “Alright. You stay here tonight. I won’t come over again.” After saying this, he got up, took his clothes out from the closet, and entered the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, he walked out.
His tall body was paired with a simple yet classic white shirt and black trousers. He was wearing a navy blue waistcoat over his shirt. With his tall figure and long legs, he looked like a photoshopped male model from a magazine.