Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

“It appears President Bai’s feelings for Emperor Ji are just that.” The man stared at Ye Wanwan with his unfathomable eyes.

“What are you trying to say, esteemed Lord Asura?” Ye Wanwan asked cheerfully.

“May I ask what President Bai wants by sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?” the man asked aloofly.

Ye Wanwan smiled and slowly walked toward him. She leaned down next to his ears. “Ah, I… love beauties more than power… Doesn’t the esteemed Lord Asura know me at all..”

There was but half an inch separating him and Ye Wanwan. Their bodies were nearly touching, allowing him to catch a whiff of her fragrance.

The primitive ferocious beast shackled inside him wanted to burst free of its prison.

“Please respect yourself, President Bai.” The man forcefully repressed the raging inferno blazing inside of him and looked at Ye Wanwan indifferently.

He tried his best to pacify the primitive restlessness that arose from her enticing behavior.

“Respect myself… May I ask what kind of self-respect the esteemed Lord Asura is referring to…?” Ye Wanwan’s eyes were curved into a crescent moon from her cheerfulness as they stared into each other’s eyes.

Ye Wanwan lifted her right hand, wanting to grab him.

He furrowed his brows slightly and somehow avoided Ye Wanwan’s hand with indiscernible movements.

Ye Wanwan sashayed toward him with a bright grin on her face.

The man remained silent and returned to the bathroom. He picked up the pajamas placed on the shelf in the bathroom and was about to get dressed when Ye Wanwan followed him inside like a shadow.

“Does President Bai want to watch me change?” His gaze landed on Ye Wanwan.

“Sure.” Ye Wanwan nodded with a smile.

Before the man could say anything, she reached him and chuckled. “How about… I help the esteemed Lord Asura get dressed…?”

“No need,” the man answered coldly.

“Really…?” Ye Wanwan pressed close to him, the steam in the bathroom dampening their figures.

Seeing Ye Wanwan reach for him, the man lifted his right arm.

She grabbed his right hand, the smile on her face giving her an innocent but seductive aura.

The man’s hand instinctively pushed. Caught off guard, Ye Wanwan slipped on the wet floor and fell to the side.

Lord Asura frowned and stretched his arm toward Ye Wanwan.

Ye Wanwan reached out to grab him, but physics caused her to merely drag him into the bathtub, still filled with warm water, with her.

Ye Wanwan’s clothes were soaked in an instant, the wet fabric revealing bits and pieces of her skin.

The man’s towel also slipped down partially as he pressed down on her body.

A sensual atmosphere rippled through the bathroom…

“Esteemed Lord Asura… what… are you doing…?” Ye Wanwan looked at the man on top of her with amusement. She could feel the searing heat emanating from the man and the peculiar change in his body.

The man couldn’t suppress the desire in his eyes anymore, and it was as though the primitive, ferocious beast shackled inside him had ripped apart its cage, bursting out and wanting to devour the woman underneath him without leaving a bone behind.

Before the man could do anything though, a loud bang was heard and the room’s door was kicked open.

A second later, the red-headed Jiang Yan darted into the bathroom.

The loud commotion inside the bathroom caused Jiang Yan to think an assassin entered the room, so he kicked open the door. However, after entering the bathroom… he saw Lord Asura wearing nothing but a towel as he lay atop Bai Feng…