100 Million Yuan Wife - chapter-644
Chapter 644: The Big Gray Wolf Pounces onto the Little Rabbit
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When Eleven woke up, she opened her eyes to see a somewhat dark room with
little light entering it, making it seem as though it was nighttime. She
looked around. This was not the hotel. Was this actually… Mo Ye’s
She had come here once before and it left a very deep impression on her.
She flipped herself and was a little surprised. She thought Mo Ye would
bring her to the hotel. She then gently rubbed her eyes but did not see
Mo Ye in the room. When she got up, she was suddenly in shock as she did
not know who had changed her clothes. Now, she was in a thin white
sleeping robe that was short enough to end above her kneecaps, revealing
her two pale legs. The sleeping robe also felt loose due to the very
loosely tied waistband.
Eleven quickly adjusted her waistband and tied a loose knot. She also
undid her hair and allowed it to flow down her shoulders. Eleven was a
little frustrated at how deeply she slept and did not wake up to such a
commotion. Was she too tired or too trusting of him?
She lifted the sheets and stood on the floor barefooted before walking
over to pull open the curtains, allowing the blinding sunlight to enter
the room. Her eyes felt a little uncomfortable and she took a while to
get used to it.
It was actually noontime! She must have slept so deeply. She did not know
how long she had slept.
A fountain and beautiful flowers downstairs made for a very wide field of
view and it seemed extremely beautiful. The uplifting scenery uplifted
her mood. Few were able to even get close to the Mo brothers’ mansion
which had a stunningly beautiful courtyard that was eerily silent. She
frowned as she did not know whether Big Boss Mo had deliberately
instructed people to stay away so that she would naturally wake up.
Eleven tucked her lips and entered the bathroom to freshen herself. She
did not have clothes to wear and did not know where her clothes went.
Eleven gritted her teeth. Even if her clothes were washed, they should
have dried up since there were no more clothes on the balcony.
Where had he gone to?
Eleven looked around a few places curiously but to no avail and gave up.
She opened the door, and there was nobody in the stairway. She raised her
eyebrows before closing the door and returning to the bed to close her
She felt better after sleeping for a moment and could not sleep anymore.
Eleven was also slightly hungry and somewhat displeased. Where were her
When she called Mo Ye, she heard his ringtone in the room and turned to
see his cell phone on the table. Eleven hung up the phone. F***, he
didn’t bring his phone out.
Where had he gone to?
What if he deliberately confiscated her clothes so that she could not
run? Eleven thought sinisterly as she looked at Mo Ye’s wardrobe.
Eleven felt conflicted. Looking at their difference in height, Mo Ye’s
clothes were not suitable for her.
But as she thought about it now, she could not go around in a sleeping
robe that barely covered her. Almost all of her was visible.
Eleven hesitated for a moment before getting up and opening Mo Ye’s
wardrobe which only had clothing in black, grey, and white. His choices
of color perfectly matched her aesthetics.
These clothes seemed especially large.
They were unsuitable for her.
One wondered whether he still had his clothes from his teenage days.
Eleven mused to herself as she rummaged through his wardrobe in slight
frustration. She finally found a white shirt that was a tad smaller,
along with a pair of tight-fitting jeans.
Big Boss Mo wore jeans? This was really… Eleven touched her forehead.
The jeans, based on its color, seemed to be from quite a long time ago.
She made some comparisons and their height differences finally hit home.
Said jeans were too long, and the jeans she wore were…
Forget it. It was always better to have than not to have. If push came to
shove, she would have to roll the jeans up.
Eleven, being too lazy to enter the bathroom, pulled the curtains and
took off her sleeping clothes. She then got into the white shirt.
She looked at the much longer sleeve and lower hem in a headache and was
lost for words. While it did not seem particularly large, why did it feel
so large when she wore it?
It was so long it could become a skirt!
Eleven rolled up the sleeves and folded them. There was a sudden noise at
the door, and she turned around to see Big Boss Mo’s svelte figure at
Mo Ye was taken aback. He did not expect to leave for a moment and return
to this wonderful scene: his beloved woman, who had long, smooth hair and
whose beautiful face was slightly red, was in his white shirt, revealing
her white slender legs. She, barefooted, looked extremely charming as her
toes were curled in slight unease. The top of her unbuttoned shirt
revealed her beautiful collarbone and pale skin.
She looked damn sexy!
The sleeping robe scattered on the floor made for a charming and alluring
scene as well. Mo Ye, seeing all this, felt his blood race. His
pitch-black eyes darkened and showed a hint of hunger.
This was so charming and tempting to any man. As he thought about how the
shirt tightly clung to her, Mo Ye felt his blood race downward. A
dangerous desire burned in his eyes.
Eleven was shocked. She was focused on changing her clothes and did not
notice him approaching. Mo Ye thought that she had not woken up and
deliberately walked gently without startling her. Eleven felt her face
She looked down at her feet and pulled the lower hem of her shirt, hoping
it would cover a bit more of her skin and forgot to wear the jeans.
She felt that she had to explain herself. “Uh, I did not intentionally
ransack your wardrobe. It’s just that…”
“I know!” Mo Ye sounded a little more serious as he slowly walked
toward Eleven whose face became redder. While she was used to killing and
death, she was, however, as innocent as a sheet of paper and could not
see the lurking desire which burned in Mo Ye’s eyes. His intense gaze
gave her goose bumps and made her extremely nervous.
Eleven, for some reason, looked at him draw close in a daze as though she
were some rabbit that was ripe for the picking by the big bad wolf. Her
innocent, yet cold, gaze aroused Mo Ye even more.
Eleven felt herself pull the lower hem of the shirt even harder. Her toes
wriggled uneasily, and she could not help but swallow her saliva.
The temperature soared despite the air conditioner being turned on.
Eleven felt herself becoming warmer as he looked at her. What was wrong
with what she wore? She was clearly better off than being in that
“Where are my clothes? If you do not like me wearing your clothes, I
“No!” Mo Ye seriously interrupted her before she could complete her
words. An interesting look flashed in his eyes. “I just f***ing love
Mo Ye suddenly reached out and hooked her by her waist before slamming
the door of the wardrobe and pinning her on the wardrobe as he planted
his lips on hers…