Deeply in Love: The Two-Faced CEO is Too Clingy

Chapter 50 Yan Ye, I'm hungry.

Chapter Fifty, Yan Ye, I'm Hungry

The blanket was gently lifted, and as he lay down in bed and gently embraced her, she clearly felt how hot his body was. At that moment, Yue Yirou's heart turned cold.

Especially when someone's kiss landed on her forehead, she began to secretly laugh at her own naivety. How could he possibly let her go?

He imprisoned her in the Starry Night Pavilion, wasn't it all for the sake of having her?

Yue Yirou closed her eyes and resignedly awaited his assault.

Yan Ye only kissed her lightly and casually for a while, and then did nothing else.

How could that be? His body temperature was clearly so high, how could he possibly endure it?

After waiting quietly with her eyes closed for a while, Yue Yirou noticed that the man beside her still didn't make any other moves. She really wanted to open her eyes and see if he was asleep or doing something.

But she dared not; she was afraid he was watching her.

Struggling with these thoughts and confusions, she finally succumbed to sleepiness and drifted off to sleep. That night, she slept very soundly and peacefully.

The next day, she woke up very early. It was the first time since she arrived at Starry Night Pavilion that she had woken up so early without setting an alarm, and she was in particularly good spirits.

But when she saw the man next to her, she instantly felt terrible.

Ever since he took her for himself, she has generally been in a bad mood whenever she sees him, no matter the circumstances.

To her surprise, he woke up before her, but didn't wake her up in the strange way he usually did.

This is the first time this has happened in the past week.

But why does he have dark circles under his eyes?

She remembered that no matter how late he stayed up before, he would only be more energetic the next day. When had he ever had dark circles under his eyes?

How is this going?

Didn't sleep all night?

"Aren't you getting up? Are you waiting for me to take you?"

A magnetic, slightly husky voice suddenly rang out, pulling Yue Yirou back to reality.

This man is the president of the prestigious Xingye Group, can't he speak less rudely?

Startled, he immediately jumped out of bed, but after only half his body was up, he immediately lay back down and leaned under the bed to look for his clothes.

Why aren't there any clothes?

Where are her clothes?

Didn't he always throw it on the ground?

"You're not completely naked," Yan Ye said irritably when he saw her bewildered look.

Upon hearing this, Yue Yirou looked down and realized that she was indeed not naked, but wearing a nightgown. Only then did she remember that Yan Ye had not touched her last night.

He really didn't touch her last night, it's amazing.

She couldn't help but turn to look at him, her eyes filled with confusion.

"What are you looking at? Are you inviting me?"

"...No, it's not."

Yue Yirou hurriedly threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, ran to the wardrobe, grabbed her clothes, and rushed to the bathroom.

Yan Ye stared at that slender and exquisite figure, really wanting to pounce on her.

But he couldn't. Last night, tormented by his desires and unable to sleep, he searched on Baidu on his phone. He learned that too much sex could indeed annoy his partner, and he didn't want her to be annoyed, he didn't want that...

I have to endure it, I can only endure it, but... it's so painful to endure!

She thought that being imprisoned in the Starry Night Pavilion would be particularly difficult, and that the man would torment her as he had before. However, for a whole week after Yue Xintong was sent away from the Starry Night Pavilion, the man did not torment her at all.

Not once.

Although he would still frequently pin her to the bed or casually pull her close for a hug, he never took any further action beyond passionate kisses.

Every time, she could feel his impulse, but he just wouldn't want her; he'd rather take a cold shower in the bathroom.

This struck her as particularly incredible.

At first, she thought he had been poisoned and needed her to detoxify him, but now it seems that's not the case.

She couldn't understand why he suddenly acted this way, but the fact that he wasn't bothering her made her feel much better and lifted her spirits.

When he kissed her, he stopped biting and nibbling indiscriminately, which made the hickeys on her body less and less each day, and after a week, they disappeared completely.

And she began to re-examine this man with a different perspective.

When I'm with him, I no longer find him so annoying.

But is he acting this way because he's changed his ways, or because he's starting to get tired of her?

She hoped it was the latter.

These days, she feels confused and has been racking her brains for ways to make him hate and despise her.

What kind of woman do men hate the most?

spoiled, willful, unreasonable...

In the middle of the night, Yue Yirou suddenly thought of these things and opened her eyes abruptly. In the dim light of the wall lamp, she glanced to the side and saw the man next to her staring at her with dark circles under his eyes. After a few seconds of stunned silence, she bit her lip, blinked, and said, "Yan Ye, I'm hungry. I suddenly really want to eat snail rice noodles."

Yan Ye was stunned for a moment. What was she saying to him?

She told him she wanted to eat snail rice noodles, and it was the middle of the night...

Only lovers, spouses, family members, or those who consider each other their closest confidants would say these things to each other, right?

Is this a need?

Is this a kind of dependency?

Without realizing it, she had begun to depend on him!

That's great. It seems that the suffering I've endured for the past week or so has not been in vain.

"Okay, I'll go and wake up the chef at Xingye Pavilion right away so he can make you snail rice noodles."

Yan Ye immediately got out of bed and, wearing only his bathrobe, headed for the door—no, rushed there like the wind.

Yue Yirou watched his figure disappear hurriedly through the door, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses. Why would he react like that?

Shouldn't it be...?

He yelled at her angrily, "Why are you eating snail rice noodles in the middle of the night?"

Or he might smirk and say, "Why eat snail rice noodles? I'll get you some, okay?"

Is that so?

His reaction was so strange.

About ten minutes later, familiar footsteps sounded outside the door. Soon, Yan Ye pushed the door open and came in, holding a steaming bowl of snail rice noodles. The aroma instantly filled every corner of the room.

Yue Yirou propped herself up and sat half-upright on the edge of the bed, looking at the man who was carrying snail rice noodles and walking towards her with a smile on his face with a complicated expression.

Yan Ye presented the snail rice noodles to her: "Yi Rou, the snail rice noodles are ready, but they're still a little hot. Let me blow on them to cool them down first, and you can eat them in a bit."

After saying that, Yan Ye started playing the flute.

Yue Yirou looked at him, feeling extremely frustrated and conflicted.

After blowing on it for a while, Yan Ye first scooped up a spoonful of soup and fed it to her: "Drink some soup first, taste it and see if it tastes good and to your liking."

Yue Yirou hesitated for a moment, then gently opened her mouth and took a small sip. She immediately frowned and said, "It's too salty, and it doesn't taste right at all."

After that, Yue Yirou turned her face away in disgust and refused to eat another bite.