honnoji

Six years after her brother was killed, Ying Yue finally became the top spy agent at Juyan Intelligence Agency. She leads a double life: a secretary by day, and a spy at night. 
However, after accidentally protecting her CEO boss on a shoot out, he suddenly has his eyes set on taking her as his wife!

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It was Ying Yue who broke the tension with a light laugh. "I'm sorry Mr. Fei, I know I might sound absurd, but it sounded like you wanted to actually, really, be in a relationship with me."

"It is not absurd." He cocked his head to one side. "I find you smart and attractive, and trust me, I do not remember being attracted to anyone else."

Ying Yue's calm façade broke. She frowned, unable to understand what was going inside the brain of the great Fei Huangjin. She used to admire the man, but now she couldn't help wondering if the incident last night made him crazy. "Mr. Fei, I implore you not to make fun of me like this."
 
"I'm not joking."
 
"Yes, you are." She insisted.

"Go on a date with me."

"No."

"And call me Huangjin."

"I will not, Mr. Fei!" Her voice had already inched a notch higher. 

"Why not?"

My Wife is a Spy

Fei Huangjin softened as she leaned against him, allowing herself to loosen up. He could sense the inner turmoil brewing inside her, and he allowed Ying Yue some time to think to herself as he made full use of her distraction. 


Her soft body felt like the first days of spring, and her scent tempted him like the forbidden fruit of Adam and Eve. He wanted to hold her like this for a little while longer.


Ying Yue craned her neck to get a good look at him, but as she turned her head, she had overestimated the distance between their faces and she found her lips just a few centimeters from his nose. Every breath he exhaled sent a warm mist over her face.


"Er…" She blinked repeatedly a few times before remembering what it was that she was supposed to say. Her voice toned down a notch and came out huskier than she expected it to be. "Come with me to my room."


The words that left her lips sent a chill down his spine as he looked at her in surprise. Was she… proposing to him? He licked his lips in anticipation as a slow smile broke out of his statuesque face. 


Fei Huangjin didn't want to think about it anymore and picked her up, slinging her easily over his shoulder. Ying Yue, who was actually thinking about showing him the safe in her closet, was startled when her feet were suddenly lifted off the ground. It took her a while to recover in shock before she started beating on his back. "Huangjin, put me down!"


He slapped her butt and chuckled mercilessly.


In just a couple of long strides, they were at the door to her bedroom. When Fei Huangjin opened it, he was a bit surprised to see how neat and clean it was. The walls were decorated in white and beige tones. Even her sheets were white. 


He grinned at the sight of her bed and he strode over to drop her on it. 


Ying Yue landed so suddenly that the impact on her back took her breath away, causing her to shut her eyes in an attempt to draw back air into her lungs. When she opened her eyes again, the next thing she saw was the sight of Fei Huangjin's clear smile over her head. "You vixen, seducing me by inviting me to your room like this."


She froze in disbelief. What? She never did such a thing!


Fei Huangjin planted both arms on either side of her head, trapping her completely as he lowered himself to kiss her. 


However, he didn't expect to kiss her palm instead. His brows furrowed as he pulled back to stare at Ying Yue, who was holding up a hand to cover her mouth, her bright eyes dancing with mischief.


Recalling his statement about seducing him, she rushed to explain. "I was going to show you something in my room to explain about my past. I wasn't… you know--trying to seducing you." Her lips pulled back to an awkward smile.


Fei Huangjin couldn't help but sigh and roll over to her side. He didn't know if he should laugh or cry at her explanation. "You should be careful with your words. It can leave men with the wrong impression." A sudden thought of Ying Yue inviting another man into her room sent a frosty glaze over his eyes and his pupils constricted in dislike. 


She got up from the bed, pulling him by the arms. "Come on, not here. In my closet."


"Your closet?" He allowed her to drag him off anyway, as he tried to tamp down the disappointment of not being able to even kiss her. She led him to a large walk-in closet, with female clothes, shoes, and bags lining the walls in an orderly manner. The uncertainty that he felt was apparent at the way his forehead creased. What was there to talk about in her closet?
