C44 Come to my bed and talk to me

"Do you want me to say it a second time? Come here, come to my bed and talk to me! " His orders were domineering and childish, and she had the impression that he was like a little boy who was going to pester an adult to tell a story.

But he was not a little boy. He was a mature man who emitted a dangerous aura. He could pounce on her and eat her dry at any time.

It wasn't easy for her to escape danger, so how could she dare to carelessly climb onto his bed?

"Mr. Ye, can we just talk like this?" she asked him with a touch of luck.

"No way!"

"Ye …"

"You want me to go to the sofa? it's not just talking. " He spoke slowly, and her scalp tingled as she listened.

Forget it, if he wanted to use force, it didn't matter whether she was on the sofa or in bed. Furthermore, the sofa was small to begin with, and there was no room for resistance at all. It was even safer than bed.

"Mr. Ye, I'm going to bed right now, how can I trouble you to come over?" She got up from the sofa and walked barefoot to his bed. Judging by his voice that he was probably on the right side, she climbed up on her left side.

This was the advantage of a large bed. There was still a long way to go between them.

"Speak!" he ordered again, his voice heavy this time.

She couldn't see his face, but she could feel his displeasure.

Was he still angry at her for refusing?

She couldn't sleep because she was afraid of him. There was no reason for him to sleep. Or did he have something on his mind?

They hadn't known each other for long, and most of the time he'd ordered her to do so.

How could she know what to say when she didn't know him at all?

"What do you want to hear?" she asked cautiously.

"Whatever!"

"Alright, since you said that, then I'll say that. Don't be angry."

He didn't say anything. It seemed he still had the right to keep his anger, but she didn't have the right not to say it.

She thought for a moment, then said as gently as she could, "I want to share my thoughts on love. I think love is the most beautiful emotion in the world. It should be unique and loyal."

At this point, she suddenly felt his long arm tugging at her, and immediately after, she was pulled by the force of his arm and rolled a few times before sticking to his robust body that was emitting a fresh fragrance.

Her ear seemed to press against his lips, and she heard his low, husky voice in her ear.

"Tell me, why did you mention love to me? Are you interested in me? Or do you think I'm interested in you? "

At that moment, the vague distance between them, the ambiguous words formed a soul-stirring power in the darkness that directly attacked her sensitive and weak heart.

Her heart was beating uncontrollably because of his aura. She thought that she would never have feelings for a man other than Mo Xiaojun.

But was the obvious heartbeat really due to fear?

She was confused, completely confused, and her speech was a bit awkward.

"Mr. Ye, no. "I just … I just heard you say …" His fiery hot breath caressed her ears, as if those fine, invisible hairs were standing on end from the force of his blow.

She tried not to be tempted by this closeness, tried to make the rest of her words complete.

"I heard you say that all women are the same. I was just thinking, you don't believe in love, that's why you say that... "Mhmm …" He took hold of her soft earlobes, forcing her words to stop. Her body trembled in his embrace as she spoke in a voice that was as seductive as spring water …