C19 How does it feel to be kissed by me

Was this the person who was protecting her reputation in front of everyone?

Why was he suddenly acting so haughty again?

The distance between her and him seemed to be widening again, and she thought he was watching her. But, on what basis? From his point of view, she was just an ordinary maid, perhaps as insignificant as dust.

When he arrived at his large computer desk, Xia Yihan stopped and solemnly thanked him.

"Mr. Ye, thank you very much for giving me another chance today."

"Come here!" He interrupted her.

The oppression of these two words made Xia Yihan unconsciously tense up. She swept her gaze over the two of them. If she continued forward, she would find a table.

Did he want her to come to his chair?

She was very afraid of that distance.

He wouldn't. Xia Yihan, relax a bit. He wouldn't make things difficult for an ordinary woman like you, but he liked the feeling of having everything in his hands.

Don't be nervous, just pretend like nothing happened.

She walked as calmly as she could around the desk to his side. Before she could stop, his strong hand grabbed her arm.

In her panic, she tried to hold on to the tabletop, but he was like a swift leopard, neatly catching his little prey and holding her tightly in his arms.

His steel-like arms were wrapped around her slender and soft waist, and his cheek was close to her ear. He asked softly, "What does it feel like to be kissed by me?"

The magnetic voice seemed to reach deep into one's heart. Xia Yihan's heart couldn't help but shudder.

The aura of a man domineeringly curled around her nose, just like the smell of opium poppy, making people lose their minds when they smelled it.

She knew she couldn't have any feelings for other men, but she suddenly felt weak.

As Xia Yihan struggled, her silky earlobes were suddenly held by his hot lips and tongue. A numb and itchy feeling, as if electricity had pierced through her bones and limbs, quickly spread through her entire body.

She bit her lip hard and took a deep breath, trying to get away from the ambiguity he had created. Even if she couldn't move, she had to at least maintain her rational mind.

"Mr. Ye!" Please, please let me go! " She said what she considered to be her calmest sentence, only to find that her voice also trembled.

Ye Mo didn't seem to want to let go. He still held her earlobe and asked vaguely, "Do you like being kissed by me, or do you hate it?"

"I …"

Xia Yihan didn't know how to reply. She hated him and was afraid that she would anger him.

Say you like it? No, she could not say those two words to anyone, even if it was fake.

While she was thinking, his lips suddenly tightened, and her earlobe began to hurt from being sucked. She unconsciously let out a low moan.

She thought she heard him draw in a sharp breath, and then her earlobes were free.

She tried to stand up, but she couldn't. His arm was still around her waist, and it seemed like it would continue to tighten.

Obviously, she had to give him the answer he wanted.

"Speak!" He ordered coldly, but this time there was a hint of undetectable hoarseness in his voice.

"It feels very special." She had finally found a suitable answer, and he seemed satisfied, letting go of her.

Xia Yihan had practically jumped out of his embrace. Her hands and feet were a bit weak, but she insisted on quickly leaving his side. She only stopped when she was two or three meters away from him.

When she stood up again, she had a very calm expression on her face, while Ye Mo's expression was even more serious than hers.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye!" I'm going to work! "

His lips curled up in a mocking smile as he coldly asked her, "You think I'm trying to help you?"

She didn't want to guess whether he did it on purpose or not, so she only smiled and said: "Mr. Ye, perhaps it was unintentional, but I still have to thank you. I can stay and work, it's really important to me! Thank you, I will work harder. Can I go now? "

"In the future, if no one wishes to inform you, do not appear in front of me as you wish!" He gave a cold command, and the subtext seemed to suggest that she could leave.

"Yes sir!" She imitated the tone in which the butler spoke to him every time. Maybe he liked people who obeyed.

He said nothing more, and she turned away with a professional and polite smile.