emples, and no longer argued with Leng Yeshen. She turned away huffily and left Leng Yeshen's office.Luo Yirou believed that she held a special place in Leng Ye's cold heart, yet she never expected th...Su Manxue scanned the room, her gaze falling on the door to the study. She then walked towards it.
She entered the study and saw Leng Yechen's shirt slightly rumpled behind the desk. His tie was loosely lying on the sofa, his eyes closed and breathing deeply. She couldn't help but smile seductively.
In the cold night, Chen Yi's usually meticulously styled hair was in disarray, revealing a touch of sentimentality. His handsome face still had an unnatural flush, probably due to the drug taking effect.
As Su Manxue walked towards Leng Yechen, she took off her coat. Beneath it was a black chiffon dress.
This dress, the top doesn't cover the chest, and the bottom doesn't cover the hips. Wearing it is about the same as not wearing anything at all.
Because it was sheer, the springtime was faintly visible, making one fantasize and wanting to strip her bare.
In the cold night, he kept his leather shoes on, his calves and feet dangling. His suit jacket was thrown carelessly aside. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a deep collarbone and faintly visible chest muscles pressing against the fabric.
Such he, compared to usual, had a few more points of sexiness, and a few less points of being cold.
Su Manxue's heart was beating rapidly, sweat beading on her forehead and trickling down her cheeks. Even though he was currently in an unconscious state, it still made her feel tense and pressured.
She took a deep breath and crouched down slowly, trembling as she reached out to touch his belt.
Suddenly—
The man on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes, Su Manxue's heart instantly jumped to her throat. She subconsciously took a step back, but was caught by the waist by the person on the sofa.
A moment of dizziness...
Su Manxue collapsed onto the sofa, and Leng Ye pressed down on her, his hard chest pressed tightly against her softness. She could hear his heartbeat, much faster than usual.
At this moment, Su Manxue was also nervous and her heart beat faster.
This man is so handsome that women can't keep their legs together...
Su Manxue was still seeing Leng Yeshen up close for the first time.
His forehead is full, his sword eyebrows are like ink, and his nose bridge is also very straight. Such concise facial features reveal a kind of tough and elegant spirit.
He's a man who has served in the military, with a rugged masculinity and strong presence.
In the cold night, Leng Ye held Su Man Xue's hand tightly. The usual depths of his eyes were stained with bloodshot from the effects of the medicine. His gaze was fixed on her, his breathing heavy, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
Su Manxue looked at the man pressing down on her. Even though she was trying her best to remain calm, her voice still trembled uncontrollably. She deliberately imitated Tong Yimo's tone and intonation, saying softly, "Big brother, it's me, Yimo!"
"Yimo..." Leng Ye's hawk-like gaze locked onto her, his voice raspy compared to usual, "You... how did you come here"
Su Manxue's face lit up instantly. It seemed that the incense she had placed in his study earlier was working.
This incense was bought by her from a male host at "Night Obsession," it was colorless and odorless, so she didn't know its effect beforehand.
But at this moment, Leng Yechen's body was burning hot from head to toe, every cell screaming as if about to explode. Only where his skin touched Su Man Xue's smooth skin did he feel a slight coolness.
Su Manxue's eyelashes trembled, and a layer of sweat appeared on her nostrils. The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. If she regretted it now, there would never be another chance like this.
She strained her lips, hands clasped around his neck, long legs rubbing against him. She didn't speak, only leaned in closer, wanting to kiss him.
"You're not Yimo!" Leng Yechen turned his head to avoid her kiss, his eyes dark and unclear, his breathing heavier than before. "Yimo would never take the initiative to kiss me!"
At this point, this man is still rationally analyzing things!
Su Manxue looked at Leng Yeshen in surprise, smiled enigmatically, and pressed her hands on his neck, wanting to kiss his lips. However, he ruthlessly turned his head away.
Actually, his rationality was slowly being devoured by the intoxicating fumes!
Su Manxue was certain of this point, and softly continued: "Big brother, I'm really sincere! Man Xue even told me, she said that the person you like is actually me. Big brother, why didn't you tell me sooner Actually, big brother, you also have a place in my heart."
"Hmph!" Leng Yechen let out a cold snort, his burning eyes filled with an uncontainable mix of desire, anger, and pain. "Su Manxue, you're getting better at this charade!"
Su Manxue didn't expect him to believe her, but she knew he wouldn't last long before he came for her.
As long as she gave him her body, she could rightfully become the mistress of the Cold family's young master.
Su Manxue, instead of circling her hands around Cold Night's neck, wrapped them around his waist and then flipped over with force, sitting on top of him.
As a result of the action, a large expanse of her white skin was exposed in front of Leng Ye Shen's cold gaze. Her dress had become nothing more than a top, leaving only a pair of underwear to cover her body beneath.
In the dim light of this room, this woman, whether it be her face, her voice, or her gait, is identical to Yimo.
15411/41883749alized her tone was still reckless and furious. 。"Mo, what are you saying" Leng Yechen only felt a tightening in his chest, his breathing became heavy, and his disbelief mixed with anger made his voic...