Chapter 101: When Men Become Sexy, Women Have No Part in It

His tousled hair fell over his forehead, and every inch of him seemed to radiate a languid, sensual allure. The temptation of it all...

No wonder people said that once a man grew sexy, there was no place left for a woman to stand.

It was absolutely true.

Meng Yier’s heart began to pound wildly. She swallowed hard and hurriedly clapped both hands over her eyes.

This was sinful.

The moment Yan Yichen opened the door and saw her, he paused ever so slightly. Then the corners of his lips lifted, and a faint, unreadable glimmer stirred in his deep, dark eyes. Seeing her flustered little expression, he let out a low laugh.

“Yan Yichen, you pervert, how can you dress like that...”

“Pervert?”

Pervert.

The moment Yan Yichen heard that word, the smile on his handsome face stiffened slightly.

This girl was at it again, casually slapping labels on him. It seemed he would have to help her break that bad habit properly in the future.

“I’m sleeping in my own home. Of course I can dress however I like. Should I put on a suit and tie to go to bed?”

Meng Yier kept her hands over her eyes and did not dare look at him, stammering, “Anyway... hurry up and put your clothes on.”

Seeing the faint blush on her pretty face and the way she refused to look at him, all shy and flustered like a little woman, Yan Yichen’s gloomy mood from the morning call with Mo Bei faded away. Suddenly, he wanted to tease her a little.

“Shy?”

Yan Yichen took a step forward and leaned toward her. His low, cool voice carried a hint of hoarseness, seducing her wildly pounding heart.

Meng Yier steadied herself, lowered her hands, and met those dark eyes at such close range, quickly protesting, “I’m not.”

“Then why are you blushing?”

Yan Yichen gave a soft laugh, his gaze fixed on her fair cheeks, now tinted with pink, while light and shadow flickered in his eyes.

“I...”

Hearing the teasing edge in his tone, Meng Yier hesitated, no longer intending to tangle with him any further.

“Put your clothes on. I have something to tell you.”

Meng Yier lowered her eyes and looked elsewhere carelessly, fearing that even a stray glance would catch that dangerously tempting body of his.

That figure was criminal.

Yan Yichen arched a brow. “What is it?”

Then he lowered his gaze. His dark eyes grew dim, and his heated stare fell on Meng Yier.

He did not think he could possibly calm himself enough right now to discuss anything with her.

“Trying to tempt me?”

What a rogue.

“Yan Yichen—”

Meng Yier was both shy and annoyed, shouting in exasperation. Seeing how delighted he was by teasing her, she narrowed her eyes slightly, a sly glint flashing through them.

Quietly, she aimed at his foot and stomped down hard.

Yan Yichen, completely off guard, frowned and cried out.

“Ah—”

Seeing the little woman’s triumphant expression, Yan Yichen was almost furious enough to choke.

“Why are you so violent, you little girl?”

Meng Yier snorted and ignored him, walking straight into the room.

Yan Yichen followed after her. Looking at the girl in her silky camisole nightdress, he saw how the flowing fabric perfectly outlined her lovely figure. Her fair swanlike neck was half-hidden beneath her glossy black hair, her slightly slender shoulders bare, and her exquisite collarbones rising and falling with each breath. The V-neck and delicate straps barely concealed the creamy, full softness at her chest.

Then his gaze drifted lower without meaning to.

Her slender waist seemed so narrow it could be encircled with one hand, and a length of her straight, graceful, fair calf was exposed. Her pale feet, in slippers, revealed tiny, lovely toes with clearly defined joints, stirring an involuntary tremor in the heart.

Yan Yichen’s breathing tightened all at once, and his throat moved. A hazy, unreadable gleam swept through his dark eyes.

Did this girl even know how alluring she was?