Chapter 110: The Growing Warmth of Affection

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Meng Yi’er carefully lifted the quilt, supporting herself on the bed. Just as she was about to get down, her wrist was tightly grasped. With a sudden force, she fell helplessly onto the man’s chest.

“Ah...”

Meng Yi’er cried out in surprise, slowly raising her bright eyes, which immediately collided with the deep, ink-black gaze before her. A smile played at the corners of his lips as he stared intently at her flushed, shy face, pink from nervousness.

Their eyes locked.

Time seemed to freeze.

Their hearts beat wildly, close together.

After a long moment, Meng Yi’er blinked her lively eyes, her long lashes fluttering slightly. Her soft voice trembled with nervousness as she spoke.

“Why... am I here?”

The dark eyes held a faint, warm smile. His low, clear voice carried a hint of pleasure as he replied slowly,

“Shouldn’t that be my question?”

“I...”

Why should I even answer you?

You scoundrel!

He must have carried her here, yet instead of answering, he questions her back.

Meng Yi’er lowered her gaze, her shy eyes glancing away.

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A large hand gently brushed the strands of hair from her forehead. His deep, seductive voice whispered like a spell, captivating her heart.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Mm...”

Meng Yi’er’s voice was barely audible.

Yan Yichen looked at the shy and obedient little woman before him and chuckled softly.

A low laugh sounded near her ear. Meng Yi’er looked down in confusion and saw her small hands pressing firmly against the man’s strong chest, her whole body lying atop him.

Her face instantly flushed crimson. She struggled to rise.

Quick as lightning, the man grasped her slender waist and with a swift movement flipped her over, pinning her firmly beneath him, leaving her immobile.

“Ah...”

Meng Yi’er suddenly lifted her head, only to meet his intense, burning gaze.

Her heart trembled, breath slightly uneven, her gentle voice tinged with fear.

“Yan Yichen, what do you want to do?”

This man’s influence over her was growing ever stronger, almost beyond her control.

Her hands pushed against his chest, trying to shove him away, but he was immovable—like an unshakable mountain.

Panic seized Meng Yi’er as she gazed helplessly at the man exuding danger from every pore.

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Yan Yichen merely raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes fixed on her without blinking.

“I told you... I like you.”

He spoke, slowly closing the distance between them. The delicate fragrance emanating from the little woman became more distinct, stirring waves in his heart. His hand at her waist tightened imperceptibly.

Feeling the pressure at her waist, Meng Yi’er shivered. Instinctively, her hands rested on his shoulders. Before she could react, Yan Yichen’s low, husky voice, laced with mockery, whispered close to her ear.

“So, you like it when I’m forceful?”

Meng Yi’er felt as if she were going mad; his dark, velvety voice sent tingles from head to toe.

“Let me go.”

Yan Yichen’s lips curled slightly as his hand slid behind her waist, pulling her firmly into his embrace.

“No.”

Before she could reply, he bent down, capturing the lips he had longed for day and night with precise, unerring intent.

“Mm—”

Meng Yi’er froze, eyes wide, staring at the handsome face so close before her.

His warm lips and tongue caressed, nibbled, and sucked her soft lips with a tenderness reserved for a rare treasure.