The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

In Ye Zimo's study, he sat upright in his chair, his expression colder than when he was in the hall.

He looked at the butler with a cold, oppressive look in his eyes. The butler's shirt was wet with sweat.

After a long time, ye mo said in a positive tone, "You are being selfish! This was the first and last time. If I find out again, think about the consequences!"

The butler wanted to say something more, but before he could open his mouth, he was forced back by his cold and hard eyes and dared to say yes repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye! It's my fault. I will never do this again!"

"Go back!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye!"

The butler said respectfully, exited the room, walked outside the door and dared to stop, wiping off a few drops of sweat.

It was all within the scope of the surveillance, and no matter how angry or hateful he was, he did not dare to show any sign of it.

While the housekeeper was away, the six maids were divided into two groups. Fang Lina and the others were still whispering bad things about Xia Yihan. Even if Ye Zimo said that Xia Yihan had no kissing experience, they didn't believe her at all. They always thought that he wouldn't have kissed her in public if she hadn't had the skills to seduce her.

Only god knew how much they hated, envied, and wished Ye Zimo's kiss had happened to them.

Wine also changed the subject to this. Her small face was slightly red, and she said to Xia Yihan with envy, "Oh, the prince is too domineering. My heart is almost captured. Yihan, why don't you take the opportunity to put your arms around his neck and kiss him back? Are you out of your mind? Why would you push him?"

Liu Xiaojiao also whispered, "That's right, Yihan. If you become Mr. Ye's man while the iron is hot, are you still afraid that they will bully you?"

Their questions made Xia Yihan blush. The suffocating feeling of being kissed was actually... No, Xia Yihan, he wasn't Mo Xiaojun, so the reaction to his kiss should be disgusted.

Seeing that she did not speak, Liu Xiaojiao continued to persuade her, "You seize the opportunity. I heard that the crown prince's interest in women will not be too long."

This reminded Xia Yihan that she should be closer to him when ye mo was not so annoying to her.

Through this incident, it was clear that only he could let her stay here.

If one day she could become friends with him - although it was almost impossible, she should still fight for it.

"Wine, xiaojiao, wait for me. I'll thank Mr. Ye in person. If he hadn't said a word today, I might not have been here."

"Okay! Go! It's best to come back for a long time!" The two of them were obviously much more excited than she was.

Xia Yihan met the butler in the hallway and forced a smile on her face. Although she hated him more than Ye Zimo, she still had to smile at him in order to stay.

"Housekeeper, which room is Mr. Ye in?"

The butler smiled and said politely, "Yihan, Mr. Ye is in the study."

His smile, his politeness, sent a chill down Xia Yihan's spine. He treated her so well for no reason. Secretly, he didn't know what to do to her. It seemed that she needed to cheer up even more.

"Thank you so much!"

After Xia Yihan finished speaking, he gently knocked on Ye Zimo's study door as instructed by the housekeeper.

"Come in!"

She took a deep breath, opened the door, stood at the door and said softly, "Mr. Ye, I came here to thank you."

"Come here!" He commanded without a doubt, speaking and looking as if the king was dealing with a female slave who had no ability to resist.

Is this the person who protected her reputation in front of everyone?

Why was he so high and mighty in the blink of an eye?

The distance between her and him in her heart seemed to be pulling apart again. She thought he was paying attention to her. But why? From his point of view, she was just an ordinary maid, perhaps as low as dust.

Walking to his large computer desk, Xia Yihan stopped and thanked him solemnly.

"Mr. Ye, thank you very much for giving me another chance today."

"Come here!" He interrupted her and said in a deep voice.

The pressure of these two words made Xia Yihan involuntarily nervous. She glanced at the position of the two people, and then walked forward to the table.

Did he want her to come to his chair?

At that distance, she was afraid.

He won't, Xia Yihan. Relax. He wouldn't put a normal woman like you in a difficult position, but he liked the feeling that everything was in his hands.

Don't be nervous, just act as if nothing happened.

She tried to walk around the desk as calmly as she could and walked to him. Before she could stop, her arm was suddenly grabbed by his strong hand.

In her panic, she tried to hold on to the table, but he was like a swift leopard, swiftly pouncing on his little prey and holding her tightly in his arms.

His steely arms wrapped around her slender and soft waist, his cheeks pressed close to her ears, and he asked softly, "How does it feel to be kissed by me?"

The magnetic voice seemed to reach the depths of a person's heart, and Xia Yihan's heart couldn't help but shake.

The smell of a man hovered domineeringly around her nose, like the smell of poppy, making people lose their minds when they smell it.

She knew she couldn't have any feelings for other men, but suddenly she felt a little weak.

As Xia Yihan struggled, his soft earlobes were suddenly caught by his hot lips and tongue. A tingling sensation, like an electric current running through her limbs, rushed towards her bones.

She clenched her lips and took a deep breath, trying to escape the ambiguity he created. Even if her body could not move, she had to at least remain rational.

"Mr. Ye! Please, please let me go!" She said what she thought was the calmest thing she could say, only to find her voice trembling as well.

Ye Zimo didn't seem to have any intention of letting go. She still had her earlobe in her mouth and asked vaguely, "Do you like it or hate it when I kiss you?"

"I..."

Xia Yihan didn't know how to answer. He said he hated it and was afraid of provoking him.

Say you like it? No, she couldn't say these words to anyone, even if they were fake.

She tried to stand up, but she could not do it at all. His arm was still around her waist, and there was a tendency to continue tightening.

Obviously, she had to give him the answer he wanted.

"Speak!" He ordered coldly, but there was an imperceptible hoarseness in his voice this time.