Oath of Love

She had left the phone at Liu Weiwei's house. She didn't dare bring such an expensive phone back home, but he must've called her.

"I never give someone another chance."

What did this mean? Was he going to void the contract? An Ran's heart pounded and suddenly felt hurt.

"Then what do you want?" she mumbled. She looked pitiful yet cute. No one could get angry at her.

Ye Chengwei let out a sigh. Letting go of her chin, he said, "Your punishment is that you can't eat dinner."

An Ran: …

Ye Chengwei grabbed her wrist and walked away from the dining room. An Ran looked sadly at the table of delicacies, murmuring, "But I'm really hungry."

Ye Chengwei arched an eyebrow, unmoved. "How is it a punishment if you're not hungry? If I find out you secretly ate… I won't tell you the consequence yet, but it'll be bad."

An Ran: …

He was so inhumane!

Fine, she will take it as dieting.

Ye Chengwei dragged her upstairs. She was really hungry but, for some reason, An Ran felt sweet inside. He'd also dragged her around at the mall that day, as if she really was his little girlfriend. There was a domineering kind of softness.

That strange feeling swam through her heart. Only she could feel it.

But when he said he wouldn't let her eat dinner, he meant it. She wondered if he was really angry or just pretending.

Her stomach grumbling, An Ran sat on the side of the bed and pouted. She stared at the steamy bathroom and gritted her teeth, cursing the bad guy to slip in the shower.

Right then, the water stopped. An Ran quickly straightened her back and pretended nothing had happened.

Ye Chengwei slid the bathroom door open. There was only a towel around his waist and showed off his solid eight-pack abs. He walked toward An Ran.

An Ran quickly turned her head. Even though they'd slept together for two nights, she was still embarrassed to stare so directly.

Ye Chengwei stood before her. Cologne wafted from him, or maybe this was his natural scent. Anyway, it smelled great and any girl's heart would race.

He holed An Ran's chin with a finger and made her look at him. "Next time I finish showering, stand by the door obediently with my robe and help me put it on, got it?"

"Huh?" An Ran uttered a bit dumbly. She didn't know why she had to do that.

Ye Chengwei lowered himself and gave a devilish smirk. "That's the basic duty of a lover."

An Ran blushed immediately. Turning around, he pried Ye Chengwei's finger away and gave a low "Oh." That word suddenly made her uncomfortable.

"Try it." Ye Chengwei straightened his back. He was like a cold king while An Ran was his slave.

An Ran bit her lip. She stood up and walked toward the closet. She took out a random bathrobe and went before Ye Chengwei.

Her status as a lover suddenly made her uncomfortable.

Ye Chengwei's 1.8-meter-tall frame was too far for her right now. The tiny An Ran couldn't reach.

"Bend over." An Ran's tone was a bit stiff. Even though she was poor, she'd never served anyone before.

Ye Chengwei frowned. "Are you talking to me like that?"

An Ran glanced at him and softened her tone. "Can you bend over?"

Finally, Ye Chengwei bent down and An Ran helped him get dressed, tying the belt around his waist. Ye Chengwei kept staring at her.

When she finished, he said slowly, "Go wash up."