Feng Yi was almost infuriated to death by this woman—he’s not capable?
"I’m not sick," Feng Yi said with a dark expression.
"If you’re not sick, why don’t you... sleep with me?"
Manman stated confidently, without blushing or skipping a beat, as if not sleeping with her was Feng Yi’s fault.
Feng Yi shook his head with a silent chuckle but said nothing.
Manman stepped forward and simply straddled Feng Yi’s lap. Wearing only a shirt, her smooth legs were completely exposed, and a few buttons at the neckline were undone, teasing her alluring chest.
"Am I not seductive enough?"
Manman’s nail-polished fingers slipped into someone’s shirt.
Feng Yi’s delicate Adam’s apple slightly moved, and he raised his hand to grab Manman’s restless hand, his expression unreadable: "I don’t just sleep with any woman."
Manman glared at Feng Yi, bent down, and bit his shoulder hard, only letting go after about twenty seconds: "I’m not just any woman either. My first time is still intact, you know."
Feng Yi’s lips curved into a faint smile, as if very satisfied with Manman’s response.
"Feng Yi, you’re definitely not capable, otherwise, with a beauty like me throwing herself at you, which man can remain unmoved? Normally, they would’ve jumped at the chance."
Feng Yi couldn’t help but laugh at Manman’s frustrated and coquettish look.
It’s not that he was unmoved; he had just taken care of himself after showering, not to mention he had to rush to the office.
"Hurry downstairs to eat. I’ll take you home after we finish eating."
Feng Yi was simply a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and poor Manman had been chasing after him so hard.
"Who said I want to go home? My head still hurts. I need to sleep more after eating."
Manman gave a defiant look, implying "what can you do about it?" Strategy had no boundaries when pursuing Feng Yi.
Feng Yi raised his hand and pinched his brow: "Get down first; I have to go to the office."
Knowing he agreed, Manman obediently got off Feng Yi’s lap.
Feng Yi went to the guest room with his clothes, and when he returned after changing, Manman was already eating in the dining room.
She had secretly asked the maid earlier whether it was the maid who helped change her clothes the previous night.
The maid said she was just a temp, usually responsible only for cleaning and occasionally cooking. If Mr. Feng didn’t call before six saying he would come back for dinner, she would go home.
So it was that guy who helped change her clothes last night.
Manman earnestly focused on her meal, as if suddenly remembering something, she looked up and asked: "Was it you who changed my clothes yesterday?"
Feng Yi took a sip of soup without a change in his expression: "No, the maid did."
Big liar, let’s see how long you can keep up this act.
Manman didn’t expose him, just said regretfully: "I thought it was you. You’re really not playing the game right. I was so drunk, why not take advantage?"
"Do you really want me to sleep with you so much?"
"Haven’t I made it obvious enough?" Manman countered with a question, looking at Feng Yi, with some oil on her lips.
Feng Yi pulled a napkin from the table and handed it over: "You have something on your mouth, wipe it yourself."
Manman slightly leaned towards Feng Yi’s side: "You wipe it for me."