Chapter 2 Irrelevant People

Style: Romance Author: Sunny in early JulyWords: 1178Update Time: 24/01/18 12:18:27
She knocked on 8618. Ye Qiming was standing in the door with wet hair and a towel around his waist. It looked like he had just taken a shower. When he saw her, he was obviously unhappy. His eyes sank and he scolded. , "What are you doing here?"

Didn't he ask her to deliver the box?

Asking questions knowingly!

Qiao Yuwei handed over the box in her hand boredly.

Ye Qiming didn't answer and asked angrily, "What do you want me to ask you?"

She didn't want to say anything, she just wanted to give him the box of things in her arms and leave.

"Mute?" he mocked.

She frowned and put the box into his hand. When she turned to leave, her wrist was held. She was annoyed and struggled, but accidentally knocked the box over on the ground.

Once again, the contents of the box were scattered all over the place.

Seeing those things on the ground, Ye Qiming was surprised at first, then squinted his eyes, held her wrist a little harder, and said contemptuously, "Qiao Yuwei, didn't you realize that you have such strong tastes?" As he spoke, , took her wrist and pulled hard, already pressing her against the door, his fingers gently caressing her face, "Are you so eager to climb into my bed?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head to her.

The ambiguous posture and the dangerous aura exuding from him suddenly awakened her thoughts. Unable to struggle away, she could only turn her head sideways and avoid his lips.

"Why are you hiding?" Ye Qiming sneered and looked at her with raised eyebrows, but there was disgust in his eyes, "You came here in the middle of the night and brought these things with you. Don't you just want me to sleep with you?"

Qiao Yuwei was suffocated and couldn't struggle away, so she could only growl angrily: "Ye Qiming! Let go!"

Seeing her struggling like a trapped animal, but unable to break free, Ye Qiming felt an indescribable depression in his heart, and said angrily, "Why are you pretending?"

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled her clothes.

"No!" In panic, Qiao Yuwei dodged.

The more she dodges, the harder he exerts himself.

There was a huge disparity in strength between men and women. Even though she struggled with all her strength, her coat was still roughly torn open. In the midst of the pulling and pushing, a loud slap was heard.

There was a clear fingerprint on Ye Qiming's handsome face, and his expression ranged from shock to embarrassment.

"Qiao Yuwei!" Ye Qiming grabbed her collar fiercely and sneered, "Don't be so shameless. Do you really think I would touch a woman who my grandfather slept with?"

Her face turned pale and she forgot to struggle.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and the woman with a bath towel on her chest came out, looked at the two of them, raised her beautiful eyes slightly, and said softly, "Master Ye?"

Ye Qiming snorted coldly and let go of his hand embarrassingly.

This woman is no stranger to Qiao Yuwei. She is none other than Guan Jiaxin, the little traffic flower in the news on mobile phones. She is more beautiful in real life than on TV, with a delicate face and a graceful face.

At this time, her mind was in confusion and she was extremely embarrassed. She turned around and left, but she heard Guan Jiaxin's coquettish question from behind her, "Master Ye, who is she?"

"She?" Ye Qiming looked at Qiao Yuwei's back and said mockingly, "An insignificant person."

Guan Jiaxin said with a hint of coquettishness, "Young Master Ye is really very popular. I just went to take a shower and a woman fell in love with you..."

"Have it?"

"Why not?" Guan Jiaxin glanced at the sex supplies on the floor, "I even brought all these messy things, and you still said you don't have them." She pulled on the string of his nightgown coquettishly, "Maybe I will come out later. Son, you even used these things."

"Do you think I need to use these?" Ye Qiming raised his eyebrows slightly and peeled off the bath towel from her body without ceremony.

"Ah!" Guan Jiaxin exclaimed, "Isn't the door closed yet?"

The ambiguous flirting stopped abruptly with the sound of the door closing. Qiao Yuwei was in a state of embarrassment and staggered. She was so upset after being teased like this in the middle of the night. When she saw the fire alarm on the wall, she impulsively reached out her hand.