lcionline Chapter 120 I Want to Bath with Her
Chapter 120 I Want to Bath with Her
Chapter 120 Wanting to Bath with Her
A voice, colder than the coldest, rang in her ears. Yue Yirou shrank back and immediately denied it, saying, "No, really not. How could I dare to look down on Young Master Ye's things?"
Yan Ye snorted and said nothing more, but his face was still very ugly, and his gaze remained fixed on Yue Yirou's face.
His expression softened slightly when he saw Yue Yirou begin wiping her tears with his personal handkerchief.
Yan Ye's handkerchief carries his scent, a faint minty fragrance.
Yue Yirou wiped away her tears with his handkerchief, her heart filled with countless emotions.
From this day forward, her fate will be inextricably linked with this man's until he no longer loves her.
The cruise ship at night is very large and luxurious, with bedrooms, restaurants, dance floors, lounges, entertainment facilities and more.
However, after carrying Yue Yirou onto the boat, Yan Ye did not stop and walked straight to his private room.
Once on Yan Ye's cruise ship and seeing the ship full of bodyguards, Yue Yirou couldn't help but secretly rejoice at her earlier choice.
If she had said he wasn't his wife and didn't want to go with him, the island would probably be a bloodbath by now.
Yue Yirou felt a chill run down her spine just thinking about it.
Fortunately, fortunately, she chose to go with him.
Acheng followed behind them until they went into their room, and after he closed the door for them, he went into the next room to rest.
Yan Ye's bedroom on this cruise ship is even more luxurious than his bedroom in the Starry Night Pavilion, like a presidential suite in a hotel.
As soon as Yue Yirou was carried into the room by Yan Ye, her heart started pounding uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but clutch Yan Ye's clothes tightly.
She didn't want to be pinned down by him anymore.
At least not tonight.
She barely managed to evade Lu Tingyun.
Yan Ye carried her into the bathroom.
There was a large bathtub in the bathroom, half-filled with warm water, steaming gently, and the surface of the water was covered with rose petals.
Yan Ye carried her all the way to the bath.
"Yan Ye, I've already taken a shower." She didn't want to bathe with him.
"I haven't washed yet." Yan Ye didn't even pause in his steps.
"Oh."
Yue Yirou gave a faint "oh," but after saying "oh," she felt something was off. He hadn't showered; he could have just gone in and showered by himself. Why did he have to carry her in with him?
Moreover, why would a grown man like him scatter rose petals in the bathtub while taking a bath?
Doesn't he like mint flavor?
He just wanted to bathe with her!
"Yan Ye, put me down." She didn't want to bathe with him.
"Okay." Yan Ye really put her down, but by then, he had already walked to the edge of the bath.
As soon as Yue Yirou's feet touched the ground, she tried to escape, but as soon as she took a step, Yan Ye grabbed her arm tightly.
Yan Ye gripped her arm with one hand and unbuttoned his clothes with the other. He didn't look at her, but his tone left no room for argument: "Come take a bath with me."
"I don't want to!" Yue Yirou blurted out, feeling both humiliated and angry.
Yan Ye didn't stop unbuttoning his shirt, giving her a cold glare: "Don't want it? Yue Yirou, no one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of me, and no one has ever dared to deceive me again and again and still stand in front of me unharmed. I've already given you enough face, and you've repeatedly pushed my limits of patience."
Yan Ye, agitated, suddenly stopped unbuttoning his shirt, grabbed Yue Yirou's arms tightly with both hands, and shook her while roaring through gritted teeth, "Yue Yirou, what do you take me for? What do you take me, Yan Ye, for?"
How could you deceive me again and again?
How can you trample on my dignity time and time again?
How could you stab my already wounded heart again and again?
Yue Yirou was so dizzy from being shaken by Yan Ye that she really wanted to pretend to faint.
However, she knew her tricks wouldn't fool this wicked man.
Ever since he assumed she had made a fool of him once, she never had the chance to actually do so again.
When Yan Ye saw that Yue Yirou looked pained, he was filled with remorse. What had he done to her?
They immediately stopped shaking her and only released her after she had regained her footing.
"Will you take off your clothes yourself or should I help you?" The voice was still cold, but it carried a hint of barely perceptible guilt.
Yue Yirou bit her lip, looked down at the floor, and fought back her tears: "Yan Ye, does it have to be like this?"
Do we really have to force her to do things she doesn't want to do?
Does she have no dignity in front of them?
Yan Ye angrily threw the coat he had just taken off onto the floor.
She's not even willing to bathe with him?
Yue Yirou was startled by his anger. Her body trembled, and she was about to compromise and say that she would take it off herself when she saw Yan Ye suddenly turn around and walk quickly to the showerhead.
Before I had even finished taking off my clothes, I turned on the showerhead.
Amidst the rushing water, he lowered his head, one hand pressed against the wall, his voice, suppressing anger and restraint, reached Yue Yirou's ears: "Wash them separately, are you satisfied now?"
Yue Yirou moved her lips as if to say something, but suddenly noticed that Yan Ye's hand, which was pressed against the wall, was wrapped in gauze.
How is this going?
Two days ago, when she left Xingye Pavilion with Lu Tingyun, his hand was perfectly fine.
"Yan Ye, your hand..." she finally couldn't help but ask hesitantly.
Yan Ye remembered Xue Ruowei's words and panicked. He was afraid that Yue Yirou would look at him with disgust. He immediately turned around and roared at her, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and take off your clothes and get into the bathtub to wash off the saliva that Lu Tingyun left on you."
“Lu Tingyun has never touched me.” Yue Yirou was furious at his words.
What was Lu Tingyun's saliva left on her?
It's as if she and Lu Tingyun have done a lot of dirty things these past two days.
Moreover, the one who drooled on her was Yan Ye!
From beginning to end, she was covered in his bastard's saliva.
Yan Ye was stunned by her shout and took a few seconds to recover.
"Even if he didn't, he must have kissed you. Wash me clean, wash me clean from head to toe."
The thought of how many times Lu Tingyun had kissed her in the past two days gave Yan Ye a murderous urge.
Yue Yirou remained silent. Lu Tingyun had kissed her, that was after dinner when he carried her to bed, but it was just a light touch on her forehead, not a real kiss.
When Yan Ye saw that Yue Yirou was silent, he assumed that Lu Tingyun had really kissed her many times. He became extremely jealous and pounced on Yue Yirou, pinning her against the wall.
His eyes were bloodshot and filled with rage as he demanded, "Tell me, where did Lu Tingyun kiss you? How many times?"
Yue Yirou was frightened by the bloodshot look in his eyes. She shrank into the corner, her lips trembling, and shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No, no, Lu Tingyun didn't kiss me."
"I don't believe it. Do you think I, Yan Ye, am an idiot, or that Lu Tingyun isn't a man?"