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d.Warmth was pressing down on her temper, the moment she closed the bathroom door, she clenched her fist in mid-air and waved it around. Damn pervert, damn ice block, she was the one who didn't show u...Warm was planning to make Dongpo Pork and asparagus. Warm used onions and carrots together to stir-fry, also made a meat stir-fried shiitake mushrooms, tomato scrambled eggs, and finally cooked a pork rib winter melon soup.

Ye Fei Mo had been sitting in the living room, expressionless, watching anime. Occasionally, when Wen Wen wasn't looking, he would glance into the kitchen and see her happily bustling about in an apron. He curled his lip in disdain.

She's so efficient and her cooking isn't bad either. At the very least, the egg noodles she made are tasty, even if they aren't particularly fancy.

Nuann warmed afraid he was hungry, hurt his stomach, made one and brought out one, let him eat first if he was hungry. Ye Fei Mo ate some to pad his stomach and walked curiously to the kitchen, "Is it not ready yet"

“Just one more pork rib soup, and it’ll be ready.” She turned back with a warm smile, then glanced at the pork ribs in the pot. A bright smile flashed across her face, those beautiful peach blossom eyes were always hazy and affectionate, and when she smiled, her affection was even deeper. Ye Feimo felt his heart flutter, this woman truly had a pair of exceptionally beautiful eyes. Ye Feimo stood behind her with his arms crossed. Her long hair was tied up, held in place by clips, revealing her white and graceful neck. A few strands of hair were scattered behind her ears, swaying gently as if something was lightly tickling Ye Feimo’s heart.

His eyes darkened, his lower abdomen tightened. Ye Er Shao, who had always indulged himself, suddenly embraced her warmth. She was startled and let go, the spoon falling into the pot. She was held by Ye Fei Mo and turned around, pressed against his chest forcefully. He cupped her face and seized her crimson lips.

She had a warm, garlic scent. Ye Fei Mo kissed deeply, his tall body pressed against her warmth against the counter edge, plundering her sweetness like a madman, sucking on her lips and tongue.

Her eyes widened in confusion, wondering why he suddenly became aroused.

Living with him, sharing the same bed, although Ye Fei Mo said he would wait until she was willing, he wasn't a vegetarian. Hugging and kissing were already habits, unlike the initial shock.

His heavy breaths fell on her nose, a mixture of the kitchen smells and his refreshing cologne. It was warm, like being caught in a web that was both alluring and insane, simultaneously terrifying her.

She was afraid of Ye Fei Mo like this.

I can't help but want to avoid him like this.

His arm clamped around her waist, their bodies pressed tightly together. She could clearly feel his erection, threateningly hard against her, warming her with a pounding heart and face flushed crimson hot.

"Ye Fei Mo…" Finally, he let go of her after satisfying himself. Wen Nuan panted desperately, both shy and flustered, "I was cooking… you… Ye Er Shao, please don't have urges everywhere, okay"

Ye Fei Mo still pressed her against the kitchen counter, his warm and flustered hands didn't know where to put them. Ye Fei Mo's eyes were filled with a blazing fire, so hot it seemed like it could burn anyone.

He wanted her.

Suddenly, he craved her. Besides his mother, she was the first woman to cook and wash for him.

He didn't understand what about her warmth drew him in, making him crave her with a possessive intensity. He felt an almost manic urge to possess her, and the more he wanted to dominate her, the more pleasure it seemed to bring him.

If he'd wanted her the first time, it was because of her and Han Bi's enchanting beauty. That day, his mood was foul, and she just happened to appear at his doorstep; he simply acted on impulse. But what about these days What fueled this desire

"Don't you know what needs to be solved when it comes to mating" Ye Fei Mo appeared extremely cold, even though his body was tense with pain, wanting to explode. His voice still sounded like a bowl of calm water.

It's incredibly awkward. Ye Feimo has been in the news nonstop these days, with his photos plastered all over entertainment tabloids alongside various female celebrities. If he has a woman, how can he…

A warm headache.

Ye Fei Mo calmly surveyed the kitchen. To make cooking easier, Wen Warm changed into a short shirt and hot pants. Ye Fei Mo's hand was not honest as he reached into her clothes. He lightly bit her earlobe and said, "I haven't tried cooking in the kitchen before, it should be pretty good."

Damn, Wen Wen got angry.

What are you doing in the kitchen

Even if she was the most clueless person, she could hear what he meant. She was so angry that she wanted to pick up a spatula and hit him. Young Master Ye must have watched too many anime about training maids.

So his mental state also began to become abnormal.

Miss Wen's face was full of tears. Dealing with such a man who was moody and unpredictable, with bouts of anger that came out of nowhere, truly wasn't something an ordinary woman could bear. She paused, then gave him a sweet smile, "Young Master Ye, the food will get cold. You should take care of your stomach first."

Ye Fei Mo stared deeply at her, the fire in his eyes never fading. Focused, passionate, it warmed her heart like a deer startled. In terms of aura, a hundred "warmths" were no match for Ye Fei Mo's.

She panicked and shoved him out, "It's dinner time, dinner time!"

Ye Fei-mo watched her dart back into the kitchen, turn off the fire, pour out the pork bone soup, and then go to serve rice. She just treated Ye Fei-mo, who stood in the hallway, like a door god.

"How do you know I have a bad stomach" Ye Fei Mo asked as he sipped his soup.

"Warmth didn't even lift his head, “Are the stomach pills on the bedside table just for decoration”

Ye Fei Mo stopped talking. He was used to the food in hotel restaurants, but coming back to eat this warm, home-cooked meal was a different experience altogether. He had said just now that he liked asparagus, but the plate of asparagus remained untouched.

Warmth looked at him strangely, Ye Fei Mo sipped the soup. He preferred light and palatable pork rib winter melon soup.

"Why don't you eat asparagus."

"Who let you put carrots and onions in here" Ye Feimo looked at the vibrant asparagus, his face full of longing. Then he glanced at the onions and carrots beside him, which he disliked, with a look of disgust, as if touching a carrot with chopsticks was a terrible crime.

A warm startle, this person is picky.

Sure is a handful.

Ye Fei pushed the asparagus towards her. "Pick out the carrots and onions."

Warm looked at her, "You want to eat asparagus, don't pick out the carrots and onions, why do you have to pick them out"

"I'm pleased," Ye Fei said expressionlessly. "Who told you to put carrots and onions in there."

"All these dishes were made by me. Who let you eat them" Miss Wen couldn't help but retort. Why did she find Ye Fimok so difficult to deal with "Being picky is not good. Besides, Young Master Ye Er, your stomach isn't good, and you're still picky, it's really a sin. Carrots and onions are particularly nutritious. You should eat them."

Ye Fei Mo calmly replied, "I picked it out for you because it's nutritious."e so unwilling So many women waited for his favor, yet she remained indifferent.She opened her eyes and met his gaze, filled with anger. In his eyes, she saw the reflection of her own sadness."Warmth,...