100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Cheng Anya found that her heart was not up to the task and was about to leap out of her ribcage.

From up close, Third Young Master Ye’s immaculate look was so perfect that it seemed to be a piece of work God was most pleased with. His gleaming eyes reflected ripples of light, carrying within it a diabolical vibe, an elegant coldness, as well as a bit of sadism.

“Miss Cheng, what are you afraid of?”

Third Young Master Ye was in a pleasant mood.

Apart from smiling, Anya was still smiling. Seeing Anya nervous brought a sense of accomplishment.

Ye Chen suddenly wanted to bully her and bring her to tears.

How would such a woman respond after she was bullied? Such a thought excited him as his blood coursed vigorously through him. Some women bring out a man’s desire to protect her, while some others the desire to be conquered.

Cheng Anya obviously belonged to the latter.

I am afraid of seeing your son.

“Boss Ye, I do not understand what you are talking about.” Cheng Anya tried to calm down and desperately curled up her body.

“You do not understand?” Third Young Master Ye smiled evilly as he drew closer to her. His erect frame was about to lean onto her gentle frame. Third Young Master Ye devilishly said, “It seems as though there is something you do not want me to discover.”

Cheng Anya’s smile became more perfect, but her heart was pounding crazily. How could she have forgotten how smart and sensitive he was, for he read the minds of others terribly accurately!

Third Young Master Ye, surely you weren’t that scary, were you?

Compared to Cheng Anya’s winding thoughts, Ye Chen was no longer intent on forcing her to confess her secrets. He was drawn to the beauty in front of him.

Cheng Anya wore a low-cut dress and Ye Chen was almost onto her. The height advantage he had over her gave him a prime view of her chest. Anya’s alabaster skin gave out a gentle fragrance.

Nothing attracted a man’s gaze more than that.

Ye Chen’s gaze dimmed, and like sparks, stared at her pink lips. As his throat tightened, the passion exploded and he could no longer resist the passion.

Ye Chen gently kissed the lips that tempted him the whole evening.

Anya groaned and squirmed, shocked. Her heart pounded. Her hands and feet went soft and weak.

Was he crazy?