40 Germaphobia is a Disease (2/2)
Yang Xinyi was quite familiar with Du Yuehua. Although Du Yuehua had already been married once before, she had always kept a pure body and mind. She was both strong and responsible, and it was for this reason that she had managed to go against He Haodong and retain her hotel for half a year.
From Yang Xinyi's understanding, Du Yuehua's net worth was at least one billion. At present, the crowd of males who were fawning over her was like fish in the river. They wanted to win her heart over as obtaining it would be akin to getting actual treasure. However, who would have expected the rascal, Ye Xiong, to actually win her over.
Yang Xinyi was quite surprised at this, as it showed that her fake husband was not completely useless.
”And here I thought I would need to explain it to you.” Ye Xiong chuckled and continued, ”Sister Hua, it's getting late. So, I'll be leaving now.”
”Alright, you guys go on ahead then!” Du Yuehua nodded.
By the time Ye Xiong had entered Yang Xinyi's car, his mood had improved greatly.
He did not expect Yang Xinyi to voluntarily clarify their current circumstances to Du Yuehua so that her misunderstanding would be resolved. From this action alone, Ye Xiong was already beginning to look at Yang Xinyi in a new light.
”I thank you, my dear wife,” Ye Xiong giggled. He then continued. ”Rest assured, I'll put on a good show tonight. My performance will be Oscar-worthy.”
”Noted!” Yang Xinyi nodded, but her expression was as cold as usual.
”Du Yuehua's a good woman. If you like her, then you'd better treat her well, as you should thank your blessings for winning her heart,” Yang Xinyi suddenly stated.
”My relationship with Sister Hua is purely platonic. It's not as complex as you're making it out to be,” Ye Xiong explained.
”I'm not Tang Ning. I won't be fooled that easily. Du Yuehua's eyes tell me all I need to know,” Yang Xinyi spat angrily.
”Are you jealous, my dear wife?”
”Jealous because of you?” Yang Xinyi snorted. 'What a joke,' she thought.
”My dear wife, I personally think that you've been afflicted with a terrible disease.” Ye Xiong's expression suddenly turned serious. ”In the west, they have a disorder that makes them incapable of love. Pay attention, I'm saying that you're incapable of love, but not incapable of sex, so, please look it up whenever you're free.”
”You're the one who's incapable of love,” Yang Xinyi chided as she rolled her eyes.
”For someone as affectionate as me, there's only an overflow of love.” Ye Xiong spun his head around and looked at her in the eyes. While smiling, he said, ”For a woman like you who's young, beautiful, educated, and exceedingly wealthy, just how many men are worthy of you? Furthermore, you're also a germaphobe, and as such, it's only natural for you to be incapable of love.”
”You're the germaphobe.” Yang Xinyi glared at him. Ye Xiong's words were becoming more and more exaggerated.
”If you aren't a germaphobe, why would you make such a ruckus vomiting just because you drank a little bit of my saliva? If you aren't a germaphobe, why would you vomit like a gushing stream just because you ate two pieces of cow p*nis…”
Hearing his words alone had caused Yang Xinyi's stomach to become upset again. 'Damned rascal, do you have a death wish? You know I hate talking about matters like these, and still, you're bringing it up!'
”My dear wife, I'm actually doing this for your own good. Remember, when you first drank my saliva, you vomited continuously for half-an-hour. However, when you ate cow p*nis the other night, you had only vomited for a dozen or so minutes. Now, what does this imply? It means that you're starting to adapt. Germaphobia is a disease that must be tended to, and as such, I'm doing this for your own good. What if there comes a day when you finally do it with the man you love? Wouldn't you just vomit again if he kisses you?”
”After learning to accept kisses, then comes intercourse. Once you've accepted the kiss, wouldn't it be easier to accept the latter?” Ye Xiong was going off like a flowing river.
”I'm giving you a grave warning, I AM NOT GERMAPHOBIC.” Yang Xinyi felt that she would go mad if she listened to his words any further.
”You're like a patient who's intentionally hiding their ailments from the doctor. Fine, if you really insist on not being germaphobic, then give me a kiss. I'll consider you non-germaphobic if you don't vomit…”
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