The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

She was afraid that if she denied it slowly, ye mo would have an idea about hai zhixuan. Hai zhixuan was her benefactor and her friend, so she could not give him any trouble between words and deeds.

Ye moying stared at her a few times before he said coldly, "Stay in my room tonight."

With that, he reached out to turn off the bedside lamp and lay down on the bed.

His tone did not allow Xia Yihan to refuse, but she still wanted to refuse. This time, not only for herself, but also for him.

She stood by the bed and whispered, "Mr. Ye, your mother doesn't seem to want to see me with you. You are also a filial person. You definitely don't want to make your mother unhappy. Let me go back to the worker's room."

Her words could not be more sincere, but Ye Zimo did not seem to hear them. She was neither standing nor walking, so she could only stay where she was.

"Sleep!" He ordered coldly, as if he didn't want to talk much.

She had to lie down on the sofa as he instructed.

The whole of Ye Zhai was quiet, and Ye Zimo's bedroom was even quieter. In the silence, only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

Sleeping in his room was like sleeping in a wild animal's cage. She had no idea when he would attack her. His actions were always so unexpected.

He had just disdained forcing her, and he might change his mind the next second. She kept clenching her fists nervously, ready to resist.

After some time, she heard him breathing more slowly, thinking that he was asleep.

Only then did she dare to relax and notice that there was a strong fragrance of flowers in the room, which should be the smell of lilac.

Xia Yihan was impressed by the smell because of Mo Xiaojun. She still remembered the excited expression on mo xiaojun's face when they went on an outing and saw lilac for the first time.

He said, "It smells so good. I feel like I must have smelled it somewhere."

To her, the fragrance was too strong and she didn't like it very much.

I remember when Mo Xiaonong said he wanted to plant two lilacs in the yard. Mo Xiaojun was worried that Xia Yihan didn't like them, so he persuaded Mo Xiaonong not to plant them.

At this moment, Xia Yihan's heart was filled with tens of millions of guilt. Little Soldier, if time could be reversed, I would definitely let you plant lilacs. No, even if time can't go back, I will plant it for you personally. I will plant a garden full of lilacs and let the strong fragrance accompany your spirit.

Thinking of this, Xia Yihan let out a long sigh.

"I'm not sleeping yet. Did you mean to make me sleep unsteadily?" Ye Zimo's voice was clear and vague. It seemed that he had never fallen asleep.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye. I'm going to bed right away."

Xia Yihan tried to breathe slowly and evenly, thinking that he would fall asleep.

However, after half an hour, he heard his lukewarm voice again.

"Speak to me if you can't sleep."

"Hmm?"

His order was so strange that she couldn't even react to it.

"Do you want me to say it again? Come here and talk to me on my bed!" His orders were overbearing and childish, and she felt that he was like a little boy pestering adults to tell stories.

But he was not a little boy. He was a mature man with a dangerous aura. He could have pounced on her at any time and wiped her dry.

How dare she crawl into his bed after so much effort?

"Mr. Ye, can we just talk like this?" She asked him with some luck.

"No!"

"Ye..."

"You want me to go to the sofa? It's not just talking." He spoke slowly, and her scalp went numb as she listened.

It was just that he wanted to use force. Whether she was on the sofa or on the bed, there was no difference. And the sofa was small, there was no room for resistance, not as safe as the bed.

"Mr. Ye, I'll go to bed right away. How can I trouble you to come over?" She quickly got up from the sofa and walked barefoot to his bed. Judging from his voice, he should be on the right side, so she climbed up from the left.

This was the advantage of the big bed, and there was still a long distance between them.

"Speak to me!" He ordered again. This time his voice was very deep.

She couldn't see his face, but she could feel his unhappiness.

Are you still angry at her refusal?

It was wrong to think about it. She couldn't sleep because she was afraid of him. There was no reason why he couldn't sleep. Or was something on his mind?

They hadn't known each other for a long time. Most of the time, he ordered them to do what she was told.

She didn't know him at all. How could she know what to say to make him angry or excited?

"What do you want to hear?" She asked cautiously.

"Whatever!"

"Well, whatever you say, I'll say whatever I want. Don't be angry."

He did not express it at all. It seemed that he still had the right to remain angry, but she did not have the right not to say it. It was really helpless.

She thought for a moment and said gently, "I want to talk about my view of love. I think love is the most beautiful emotion in the world. It should be exclusive and loyal."

As she spoke, she suddenly felt his long arm tug at her, and then she was carried by the force of his arm and rolled a few times before sticking directly to his strong body, which exuded a fresh fragrance.

Her ears seemed to be pressed against his lips, only to hear his deep and hoarse voice ringing in her ears.

Tell me, why did you mention love to me? Interested in me? Or do you think I'm interested in you?"

At that moment, the ambiguous distance, the ambiguous words brewed a kind of heart-stirring power in the dark and directly attacked her sensitive and fragile heart.

Her heart pounded uncontrollably because of his breath. She thought she would never have feelings for a man other than Mo Xiaojun.

But was the palpable heartbeat really just because of fear?

She was confused, completely confused, and her speech was a little awkward.

"Ye, Mr. Ye, no. I just, I just heard you say..." His fiery breath blew on her ears, as if all those fine and invisible hairs had been blown up by him.

She tried hard not to be tempted by such close proximity and tried to complete the rest.

"I heard you say that women are the same. I was just thinking, you don't believe in love, that's why you said that... Mmm..." He held her soft earlobe, and her words were forced to stop. Her body trembled in his arms, and the voice in her mouth sounded like spring water.

"Please, let me go. Don't do this." Don't kiss me like this. I'm scared.