Anjue was not someone obsessed with desire before, but upon meeting Ye Xiaoyu, he became indulgent.
Like now, she was just quietly and obediently sleeping on the sofa.
Her skin was translucent and delicate, her small mouth pink and plump, making one want to take a bite.
He liked to kiss her, every time leaving her lips a vivid, tantalizing red.
That was the most distinct appearance after he favored her.
Anjue loved it beyond measure.
He sat down beside her, removed his jacket, leaned over, and planted a kiss on her lips.
In her sleep, Ye Xiaoyu dreamt about something, and a faint blush appeared on her face.
"Ming Brother..."
Anjue's body stiffened.
In the next moment, dark clouds gathered on his handsome face.
Ye Xiaoyu only gently tugged at the corners of her mouth, yet it proved she was smiling.
But Ye Xiaoyu had been with him for more than two months and had never smiled.
Her brows were always deeply furrowed.
As if he had forced her.
