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he time or energy to keep arguing with him.Go to sleep, be warm. Tomorrow will be a new year, a new day, and I hope you have a good mood."Nuan Nuan, Han Bi and I have already ended things." Ye Fei Mo..."I don't wear a magua." Ye Fei said, he looked at the two of them in the mirror, a smile flashed across his face, so warm and handsome. Standing together, they looked like a golden boy and a jade girl, a perfect match made in heaven.

Ye Fei looked at the woman in the mirror, a sense of pride welling up inside him. Such a stunning and captivating woman was his wife, the woman he loved most. To have such a beautiful smile grace his side, she was his flower of understanding, yet also his opium flower.

The woman who was willing to sink.

"How do I look" she asked warmly, thinking that a woman should always adorn herself to please others. Naturally, Wen Wen hoped to receive praise from Ye Fei Mo.

“It’s beautiful, let me try another one,” said Ye Fei Mo. As soon as he finished speaking, Fei Ling took out another cheongsam. It was a very traditional cheongsam, navy blue, silk. Warmth rarely saw such a blue, it wasn't dim, it was a very elegant dark blue, a little more suppressed than the blue sky, looking very textured.

The style looked ordinary, Ye Fei Mo let her try it first. Fei Ling wore a troubled expression, her warm gaze flitted between the two, and she smiled as she went in to try on the clothes.

Fei Ling said, "Ye Zong, Miss Du has a bad temper. If she knew..."

"So what" Ye Fei Mo said coldly.

Fei Ling was even more embarrassed, "Actually, Ms. Wen would look good in any cheongsam, it's not necessary to wear this one. We have many other cheongsams in our shop that Ms. Wen would also look very charming in. Mr. Ye, wouldn't you consider another option"

"How's this cheongsam" Ye Fei Mo asked in a low voice, playfully brushing over the peony flowers on a cheongsam, his lips curving into a smirk that was both teasing and slightly mocking.

Fei Ling spoke honestly, "This is the best cheongsam Zhang's wife has ever worn. As soon as it came out, many young ladies from prominent families took notice."

"Do you think Ms. Du's obese figure would look good in that" Ye Fei asked mercilessly, letting out a single-toned snort from his nose and glaring at her with disdain.

That expression is just, in this world, no one but my wife can control the look of this cheongsam.

Fei Ling was silent. Corpulent

Ms. Du's figure was also very good, slightly plump, with a feeling of being full and round, more suitable for wearing a cheongsam. There was no sign of being fat at all, however, she did not refute Ye Feimo's words.

She'd figured out if Wen Wan wore it right, he would definitely get his hands on this cheongsam. Then...

She was in a difficult position, as she couldn't afford to offend either side.

Ten minutes later, Wen Wen walked out of the fitting room. Ye Fei Mo stood beside her, his deep eyes swept over her with a flash of astonishment. For a few seconds, he was completely captivated by her beauty.

Fei Ling was also a little surprised. She thought that Wen Nuan's clothes might not look good, but she didn't expect it to be unexpectedly beautiful.

The dark blue cheongsam, with a sheer design from the neckline to the collarbone, interprets the sexy beauty of the cheongsam, giving it a hazy and alluring feeling. The sleeveless design reveals a pair of long and well-proportioned arms.

The qipao is adorned with geometric and cloud patterns, every stitch meticulously handcrafted for an exquisite elegance. The slits on both sides rise to the hips, hinting at long legs, reminiscent of a noblewoman yet with a touch of alluring provocation that captures the heart. The tight waist accentuates the woman's perfect curves, highlighting her warm frame, slender bones, and symmetrical physique. The overall effect is delicate and refined.

The solitary osmanthus tree in the deep courtyard locks in autumn's melancholy. Women living in cheongsams always carry a charm that comes from the sedimentation of time. This cheongsam, with its theme of nostalgia, feels warm to wear. It's like a woman blossoming as a flower amidst the mundane, emanating a subtle fragrance like flowers blooming in the cold wind. She stands alone, admiring herself, gracefully settling the beauty of worldly splendor.

She possesses a pure and innocent demeanor, but this cheongsam completely overturns her previous image. She appears mature and alluring, much like a woman from old Shanghai who blossoms in solitude. There's an air of mystery about her, with captivating charm emanating from her every expression.

Beautiful!

This is amazing!

Ye Fei Mo didn't expect that, dressed in a cheongsam, Wen Nuan would be so beautiful. He never knew she could have such a captivating aura. That faint fragrance hit him head-on, and he suddenly had the urge to let her wear the cheongsam like this again and again.

Flustered by his intense gaze, she felt her cheeks flush and her heart race. Unable to bear it any longer, she turned her head to look in the mirror. To her surprise, she seemed like a completely different person.

Is this her

Ye Fei Mo finally understood why Lin Ning said she looked good in anything. She could be glamorous or innocent, whatever she wanted.

"How does it look" Wen warmly asked, blushing.

Ye Fei whispered in her ear, "I have an impulse, do you think it looks good"

Warmth, “…”

That night, Fei Mo's enthusiasm was particularly intense. From dinner to going home, it was as if the suppressed passion had been ignited in everyone. He didn't even have time to enter his room before he threw himself onto the sofa, devouring her with a fervor that left no trace behind.

The passion in the darkness was exhilarating, he went deep every time, the fiery friction making warm cries erupt before being silenced by him.

" Fei Mo, you... you beast!" Wen Nuam pounded him a few times, but it didn't stop the man's wantonness; instead, it made him even more excited, as if he had taken some drug and couldn't get enough.

Is the charm of a qipao so great

She felt like a fish in hot oil, her whole body burning, rolling in the heat, always wanting to escape, but with no other way, she could only sink, sink, and float in the world of love along with his movements.

Ye Fei was usually quite beastly in bed, but rarely this out of control. She preferred him to be gentler, today's uncontrolled version felt like she was his sworn enemy for ten lifetimes...

Afterward, Wen warmed slumped onto the sofa, unable to catch her breath for a long time. The two of them hugged each other tightly on the small sofa. Outside, the wind howled, but inside, it was warm like spring.

"Ye Fei Mo, did you eat some stimulants" If she had the energy, she would kick that person down. Too much, simply a beast.

"Are you hurt"

"Get lost!" A warm scolding, her whole body sticky and uncomfortable, she pushed him up. He went upstairs to put his coat away and run a bath, while Ye Fei Mo laughed, picking up the scattered clothes on the floor, then followed to the bathroom for a shower.

……

Warmth went online and just happened to see Cai Xiaocheng, so she talked to him about the dress issue. Cai Xiaocheng didn't have any opinions, anyway, she would just walk with Ye Fimuo at that time.

I browsed Weibo for a while and posted a warm but boring tweet.

Today is Beast Day.

I posted on Weibo and included a very blurry photo. Someone unfamiliar with Ye Fei Mo wouldn't recognize him because it was taken backlit, giving it a very artistic feel, like a magazine. You only see a slender and elegant back, making it impossible to tell who it is. It has a bit of a poster and magazine vibe. up, settling down slowly in Ye Fei Mo's scorching gaze. The feeling of fullness bordering on pain was so unfamiliar yet strangely familiar.This is not ink, it's the love she holds for Ink, they are o...