Threats

r trying to refute such nonsense—after all, good men don’t fight women."That… Ye Feimo, I heard some gossip while filming an advertisement a few days ago."Warming blinked her eyes and stared straight...053 Threats

She smiled sweetly, but for him, it was an accusation without words.

Ye Feimo's hand tightened around her waist. His robe had already loosened, revealing his muscular chest. Every part of his body ached to be with the woman beneath him, yet he felt inexplicably irritated in his heart.

The cold air from the living room made her feel chilly despite herself. She picked up her own robe and was about to cover herself when he grabbed her wrist again. "Don't forget the agreement you signed with me. Do you want to go back on it"

Go back on it

Yes, she did indeed want to retract her word.

Ye FeiMo said, "If I can get your dad out, I can also put him back in. Do you believe me"

Warmth's expression changed slightly, "Ye FeiMo, you..."

"Can we not mention my dad"

"Then let's talk about you. If you go back on your word, I'll rape, kill, and dissect you."

Warmth, "…"

Her cheeks turned red with anger, "You're despicable!"

He gave a cold laugh. "Cowardly" "So many people have called me cowardly, so why should I be afraid of one more from you"

Warm didn’t pay him any mind and after a brief pause asked her question. "Why were you there"

That place wasn't somewhere Ye Feimo would normally show up.

"I was passing by."

Warm raised an eyebrow. Passing by There was no way he could be just passing by that area, the next street over was her residential complex, and it didn’t seem right for Ye Feimo to be there.

He raised his own eyebrows at Warm. He wasn't just "passing by."

As soon as he got off the plane, he drove to see her, and even he didn't understand why he did this.

During his days in Venice, he hadn't missed her at all; she was nothing more than a stranger to him. Yet upon returning to City A, he found himself thinking of her...

The woman who clearly was furious but laughed with a frozen expression.

Perhaps, she resembled his mother, which is why he thought about her

But this point, Ye Fei Mo would never tell Warmth.so ordering a pot of Pu’er tea.Warming’s heart was like an egg being boiled in hot and cold water repeatedly; her face alternated between pale and red with tears welling up in her eyes. The man who sa...