Arwen went to the greenhouse and she stretched out her arms as she started to work on her formula she wore her tech glasses as her hair was in a messy bun she did not notice that Ye Shufen was watching her. Ye Shufen stood silently, observing Arwen from the doorway of the greenhouse. He watched as she moved gracefully, her slender fingers working diligently on her formula. The sight of her, so focused and absorbed in her task, stirred something within him a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time.
He stepped closer, his footsteps muffled by the soft earth beneath his feet. Arwen was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice his approach. He stood behind her, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, the faint aroma of chemicals mingling with her natural fragrance.
"Why are you staring at me?" Arwen asked suddenly, her voice breaking through his reverie.
She turned to face him, her eyes narrowing behind her tech glasses. Ye Shufen felt a jolt at her sudden attention, caught off guard by her directness.
"I was admiring your dedication," he said smoothly, masking his surprise with a charming smile.
Arwen scoffed, turning back to her work.
"Don't flatter yourself. Don't bully me right now do it tomorrow," Arwen said she really doesn't have the energy to deal with this handsome man!
Ye Shufen smirked he lifted Arwen who was holding a vial in her hands.
"Mr. General!" Arwen snapped coldly. Ye Shufen could not stop himself he kissed Arwen lips her natural fragrance was both that of herbs yet sweetness it was so perfect.
"What perfume do you wear?"
"None!" Arwen snapped she hate the smell of perfume.
Ye Shufen's eyes widened slightly at Arwen's sharp retort, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He hadn't expected such a forceful response, especially not with the vial in her hands.
But then, a slow, seductive smile spread across his lips. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.
"No perfume, huh? Then what is that intoxicating scent that surrounds you?"
His hand slid down to her waist, pulling her flush against him. Arwen felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart racing at his sudden closeness.
"It's just me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"No perfume, no tricks."
Ye Shufen inhaled deeply, savoring the unique fragrance that was purely Arwen. For Arwen she always baths in herbs and a sweet honey strawberry. It has always been like this since she can recall this once she rushed to her older sister bedroom and put on her perfume she got a large allergic reaction and not only that she hated the smell much she decided she will only wear perfume that she makes that is natural to her. But for 18 years she has never wore perfume.
Arwen frowned, confusion etched on her face as she sniffed herself discreetly. She couldn't detect anything unusual, no strange odors or perfumes clinging to her skin. Yet Ye Shufen seemed so adamant about the scent that surrounded her.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, pulling back slightly to look up at him.
"There's no scent. I don't wear perfume."
Ye Shufen's eyes searched hers, a hint of fascination in their depths. He leaned in again, inhaling deeply, his nose brushing against her neck.
"You're wrong," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
"It's unique, intoxicating. A scent that belongs solely to you."
His hand tightened on her waist, pulling her closer still. Arwen's heart raced, her mind reeling with the implications of his words. Ye Shufen attack Arwen his lips the fact this scent itself it's natural and it only belonged to Arwen made Ye Shufen even more possessive.
Arwen gasped as Ye Shufen's lips crashed against hers, his kiss demanding and possessive. She struggled briefly, her hands pushing against his chest, but his grip on her waist was unyielding.
His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. Arwen felt her knees weaken, her body responding to his touch despite her mind's protests. She hated him, hated the control he had over her life, but her body betrayed her, craving his touch.
Ye Shufen deepened the kiss, his hand tangling in her hair, pulling her closer. He inhaled her scent, the unique fragrance that drove him wild with desire. It was hers, and hers alone, a scent that marked her as his.
He broke the kiss abruptly, his breathing ragged.
"I will let you work," Ye Shufen said as he walked away. Arwen was so angry she greeted her teeth and she put on a fake smile.
"Alright Mr. General," Arwen said as she flipped him when he wasn't looking.
Ye Shufen chuckled softly as he walked away, Arwen's playful gesture bringing a rare smile to his face. He admired her spirit, her defiance in the face of his dominance. It was a refreshing change from the sycophants and yesmen that surrounded him.
As he left the greenhouse, he couldn't shake the scent of Arwen from his mind. It clung to him, a constant reminder of her presence. He found himself looking forward to their next encounter, to the challenge she presented.
But for now, he had business to attend to. He had a empire to run, deals to make, and enemies to crush. Arwen would have to wait.
He strode into his office, his mind already shifting gears. But even as he delved into his work, a part of him remained focused on the woman in the greenhouse, the woman with the intoxicating scent and the fiery spirit.
Arwen, on the other hand, was seething. She wiped her mouth angrily, trying to erase the feel of Ye Shufen's kiss.
How dare he!
"Ye Shufen curse you!" Arwen snapped as lost interest in her formula.
Arwen's frustration boiled over as she stormed out of the greenhouse, her fists clenched at her sides. She couldn't believe Ye Shufen's audacity, his arrogance in thinking he could kiss her whenever he pleased.
She marched through the mansion, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. She had to get away from him, from this gilded cage he had trapped her in. But how?
As she turned a corner, she collided with a solid chest. Strong hands grasped her arms, steadying her.
"Lady Arwen, are you alright?" a familiar voice asked.
Arwen looked up to see Zhang Ming, the butler, looking at her with concern.
"I'm fine," she snapped, trying to pull away from his grasp.
Zhang Ming's expression softened, and he released her arms.
"I couldn't help but overhear your..."
"Fine," she said and stormed off to her room and she slammed the door so hard.