My 100-Day Secret Marriage With The Boss

At that moment, Chu Wuyou who was lightheaded did not register the meaning of the words she heard; perhaps she did but could not bring herself to come up with a response in a matter of seconds.

Therefore, her expression remained unchanged as she continued looking at Ye Lanchen blankly.

The latter gritted his teeth in silent fury. He knew from the start that this woman was as sly as a fox.

Well, well, well. He was eager to find out how long she could keep on this pretense.

Ye Lanchen raised a hand and placed it on her back.

Chu Wuyou’s body froze for a split second and she quickly recollected herself. All her life, she had never been this close to a man or had she allowed herself to be touched in this way, apart from that accident that happened that one night.

If he were to force himself upon her, she would surely stand up for herself even if it meant revealing her identity.

However, when Chu Wuyou lifted her gaze again to meet with his, she immediately realized the intention deeply hidden in his eyes.

In actuality, his true intention was well-hidden and he should be able to fool any normal person. Regardless, Chu Wuyou was an expert in this field; she believed she had unearthed a probing desire in his eyes.

What was he trying to probe into?

If her estimation was correct, it meant that he was not planning to assault her; hence Chu Wuyou restrained herself from moving.

She did not know which response was appropriate because she had not yet learned of his true intention. First, she had to figure out what she was dealing with.

At that moment, she could not help but suspect if their marriage was a front for another one of his deliberate plans.

In spite of that, she failed to conjecture a good reason for him to do so; she had nothing on her that he could possibly yearn for.

Ye Lanchen’s hand that was on her back did not linger for long. It slowly explored downward and found the small of her back.

Chu Wuyou’s pajamas consisted of two separate pieces. In the following second, his hand found a small gap between the two pieces and allowed his fingers to caress her skin.

Perhaps her skin was still cool from the fresh wash, she could clearly feel the warmth of his fingers burning on her skin.

Apart from that night from five years ago, she had not been intimate again with another man. That made her body extra sensitive to the touch. His lingering fingers on the small of her back gave her shivers and tiny little bumps quickly formed over her body.

He continued on exploring the small of her back with the gentle touch of his fingers. He stopped there for a few seconds but his curious hand quickly went on the move again. In a steady motion, he slowly moved his hand over to the side of her waist. The left side of her waist, to be precise.

Although he failed to catch a glimpse of the woman’s face five years ago, he was confident he could identify the woman because of one particular reason; she had a unique symbol tattooed on the left side of her waist.

On that night from five years ago, he had touched that tattoo more than once when they were entangled in passionate lovemaking. The memory of its shape was still fresh in his mind.

Getting a tattoo like that removed would take great efforts. Therefore, if she was indeed that woman from five years ago, something would appear on her waist…