Passing through the living room, she was surprised to find Dean, Nangong Xun, Simon Xu, and Jones hadn’t gone out; they were all gathered in the sunlit left side of the living room, sipping coffee and looking at a computer. Dean, dressed casually, still exuded the air of a noble king, seated at the head like a monarch, occasionally exchanging views with the other three handsome men — always with that commanding presence, handsome and regal, almost god-like… Ye Ye watched him dreamily for a while before entering in good spirits. She casually added some of her homemade essential oil to the small aromatherapy burner on the table and lit it… A faint minty fragrance began to waft gently… Simon Xu couldn’t help but whistle in admiration, Jones smiled slightly, and Nangong Xun seemed genuinely surprised, realizing that the wildcat could look even more beautiful when dressed up… Suddenly, it dawned on him why Dean was so special to her — any man would find it hard not to be moved by such a unique and beautiful woman…
Ye Ye smiled at everyone, walked over to Dean, and twirled in front of him: “Do I look good?” Like every woman waiting for praise, Ye Ye also had her moments of vanity. “Hmm.” Dean responded noncommittally. Ye Ye pouted in displeasure, walked over, and without caring about the other three men present, she maneuvered Dean’s leg to sit sideways on it. If she weren’t wearing a tight skirt, she would have straddled him without hesitation… She tugged at his shirt, asking, “What does ‘hmm’ mean? No, you have to say if it looks good or not!” Her stubbornness wouldn’t let her rest until she got a definitive answer! Dean raised an eyebrow, his large hand gripping her, closing his legs to make her more comfortable in his embrace: “You look good.” He knew Ye Ye’s temperament; the less clear his stance, the more she would pester him. Rather than waiting to be nagged into saying the same thing, it was better to be straightforward and make her happy, sparing himself a headache. However, Dean’s directness once again shattered his image in the eyes of the other three men… Dean had never used such an indulgent tone to praise any woman so readily…
Satisfied, Ye Ye kissed Dean’s lips with force, not coy or seductive, but like a little girl receiving affirmation, her smile as bright as a blooming flower… Dean looked at her intently; at this moment, his Ye Ye was as gentle as a contented kitten…
“The car is ready for you, go ahead,” Dean said, patting her waist. “Hmm.” Ye Ye kissed Dean’s cheek again: “I want to see you when I come back!” “Alright.” Ye Ye stood up, then squatted down to speak to Baron, who was wagging his tail at her, “Good boy, play with the uncles, your sister has to go out…” She patted his head with a smile. Baron let out a mournful howl, looking pitifully at Ye Ye as if complaining about being left behind… The ‘uncles’ shook their heads helplessly, but having seen Ye Ye’s wild side, none dared to object, knowing it would put them in her line of fire… But, “uncles”? Sigh… When did Baron become their nephew? Could they not?…
“Bye, handsome guys!” Ye Ye smiled, blew a kiss to the crowd, and then fluttered away like a butterfly…
