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Third Young Master Ye held her lips in her mouth as he gently sucked, bit them, and lingered on them.

Not wanting to settle for less, he gently went for the kill and explored her mouth with his tongue. As she enjoyed the passions, he plundered her sweetness.

It was an undisguised plundering that almost took Cheng Anya’s breath, and almost all of her soul, away.

A woman so used to being calm and scheming had lost all semblance of reason and was taken advantage of by Third Young Master Ye.

This was the second time she kissed Ye Chen. In her life, she was only kissed by him.

This feeling was the same as it was seven years ago.

A panic, and in a daze.

Her mind was blank and without thinking of anything else, his face, breath, and scent filled her mind.

A comfortable numbness swept across her spine, went to her head, and spread across her limbs.

Did Third Young Master Ye know what happened to him?

Why did he kiss her out of impulse?

Why?

In Third Master Ye’s memory, he had never kissed a woman.

He felt that kissing a woman was a sacred thing.

Many couples have a moment of passion, but how many couples can get along with each other for the rest of their lives?

When the idea came into Third Young Master Ye’s mind, he broke the kiss.

Their breathings were a little unstable as Ye Chen looked straight at Anya.

His gaze, like a whirlpool, would draw even the souls of people. Anya was radiant, yet her heart thumped.

Anya suddenly pushed him away, unbuckled her seat belt, and got out of the car.

Even though the cold breeze blew in her face, it could not dispel the embarrassment on her face.

Anya knew that she would have melted had she not gotten out of Ye Chen’s grasp and got a breath of fresh air.

This feeling…

Was very scary.

It was worth anticipating, yet frightening.

‘I should give him a slap in the face.’ Cheng Anya thought. ‘I should have slapped him hard.’ As she thought about it, she became worried. What was Ye Chen up to?

Since he dared to treat her as his show thing, she should let her son troll him.

“Miss Cheng, your kissing skills are really bad. Did you really date Yang Zekun for seven years?” Ye Chen got out of the car and teased Anya like how any typical pervert would.

That face, unusually immaculate, with gazes as beautiful as poppies yet deadly!

People often say that a man with a deep gaze is the most affectionate.

Oh, Ye Chen, where is your love?

Cheng Anya smiled, keeping a distance from the car and avoiding getting too close to Ye Chen. As she started to gather her senses, she plainly said, “Boss Ye, aren’t your kissing skills very bad as well? Our kissing skills aren’t really that different.”

To be honest, Ye Chen was bad at kissing. He had not seemed to improve since seven years ago, and he often knocked into her teeth.

Although she had no experience to compare to, she knew that Ye Chen’s skills were probably bad.

Heck, she did not even complain about Ye Chen!