Diary of my Ex - Chapter 11: Yuewei’s Little Wolf Pup

Last night, Zheng Li had been different in bed—a bit more intense, leaving Wen Yuan with lingering thoughts.

Yuewei’s voice snapped her out of her daydreams. “Are you seriously planning to publish this? Aren’t you worried your husband will see it?”

“It’s not like I’m using my real name. What’s there to fear?” Wen Yuan replied casually.

“As long as you know what you’re doing.” Yuewei shot her a skeptical look before smirking. “So, tell me, were you wearing that black lace set last night? Judging by the look of satisfaction on your face, it must’ve worked wonders.”

“Enough about me. What about you? Didn’t you say you’re having trouble with your little writer boy?” Wen Yuan teased.

“Ugh, don’t even bring it up. I can’t get rid of him! He practically lives at my place now.”

“Well, free food, a comfy bed, and a woman—why would he want to leave? If it were me, I’d stick around too!”

“Woman, sure. Free food? No. He does the cooking.” Yuewei’s face softened, and an uncharacteristically sweet smile spread across her lips. “Have you ever seen a half-naked, muscular young man wearing an apron while stirring a pot? Goddamn, it’s too sexy for words.” She mimed cooking motions, making Wen Yuan burst out laughing.

“No wonder you can’t kick him out. You’re clearly not trying hard enough!”

“Maybe not. You remember how I used to say passion only lasts three weeks? Turns out that might’ve been because my past guys were too old—couldn’t keep up. They say college boys are hard as diamonds, and now I believe it.”

“Correction! I think it’s high school boys they compare to diamonds!” Wen Yuan shot back with a smirk.

“Oh, really? Guess I’ll have to check if there are any high schoolers among the aspiring writers.” They both dissolved into laughter, their playful banter filling the room.

Yet deep down, Yuewei couldn’t deny it—she was catching feelings for the boy. He wasn’t just handsome and cultured; he was thoughtful too.

It was precisely because of these feelings that she wanted to end things quickly. The deeper it went, the harder it would be to let go.

—

After work, Yuewei returned home, greeted by the rich aroma of a home-cooked meal. She inhaled deeply, pressing her fingerprint to the door lock.

Inside, her little writer was hunched over a laptop, either working on his latest story or schoolwork—she wasn’t sure which.

When he saw her, he smiled brightly, his tone easy and natural, as if this were his home. “You’re back!”

“Yeah,” she responded with feigned indifference.

He stood up, taking her bag and coat with the care of a doting boyfriend. “Go wash your hands. Dinner’s ready.”

She frowned slightly. It was clear he had no intention of leaving.

In the bathroom, she leaned against the sink, staring at her reflection. Today. It has to be today. You need to end this. He’s just a kid! You can’t keep doing this. It’s wrong, it’s immoral.

Summoning her resolve, she returned to the dining area—only to find him carefully arranging the dishes on the table.

A tall, muscular boy, well over six feet, his black T-shirt stretched taut over his biceps, muscles rippling with every movement. His arms looked strong enough to lift her effortlessly, pin her against the wall, and take her standing.

From his chiseled side profile to his sharp buzz cut, he was a living work of art. She could almost feel the coarse bristles of his hair against her skin, the way they scratched and tickled during their passionate encounters.

Snap out of it, Yuewei! This can’t go on! Kick him out! the rational voice in her head screamed.

Marching over with determined strides, she was interrupted by his cheerful voice. “Tada~!” He lifted the lid of a dish, revealing a perfectly cooked lobster. “Yuewei, I got my manuscript payment today. I made lobster for you! Aren’t you happy?”

The words on the tip of her tongue dissolved. A lobster had effectively silenced her eviction order.

The ginger-scallion lobster was so delicious that Yuewei found herself licking her fingers.

As she did, the boy’s gaze lingered on her face, his dark eyes smoldering with unspoken desire. It wasn’t until she noticed the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed that she realized his attention had been entirely fixed on her.

“Uh, you eat. I’m going to wash my hands,” she stammered, quickly retreating to the kitchen.

At the sink, she felt him approach from behind, his strong arms encircling her waist. The veins on his forearms bulged as his large hand slid under her skirt, pressing firmly against her most sensitive spot.

“Yuewei, you’re so sexy,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

His fingers found her clit, rubbing gently but insistently. A surge of pleasure overwhelmed her, and she felt her panties dampen almost instantly.

The skirt was discarded, and two fingers slipped beneath her panties, spreading her folds and pushing inside. The stretch and fullness made her tremble, her body betraying her resistance.

As he undid his pants, his hard length brushed against her panties. Spinning around, she kissed him deeply, her passion matching his.

His voice, low and gravelly, whispered in her ear. “Yuewei, can you… can you help me? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

His hands pressed gently on her shoulders, guiding her down. Slowly, she knelt before him, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing shaft. Tentatively, she began to stroke him, her tongue darting out to trace the sensitive length.

Haochen groaned, his head falling back as his body tensed. Gripping the edge of the counter for support, he let out a low, guttural moan.

This was his first time experiencing oral, something he had fantasized about for years. And now, with the woman he adored, it was more incredible than he’d ever imagined.

As Yuewei’s tongue worked its way up and down, teasing and tasting, she suddenly took him entirely into her mouth. The sensation nearly sent him over the edge.

Scooping her up effortlessly, he carried her to the sofa, pinning her hands above her head as he kissed her with unrestrained affection.

“I love you, Yuewei,” he whispered between kisses.

Sliding into her in one smooth motion, he groaned deeply, his hips driving into her with relentless intensity. His youthful stamina showed as he pounded into her, every thrust sending her body rocking beneath him.

“Ah… slower… gentler…” Yuewei pleaded, her voice shaky, tears streaming from the overwhelming sensations.

“I can’t stop… I love you too much,” he murmured, his voice breaking with emotion.

Gripping her hips tightly, he moved harder and faster, sending her spiraling into ecstasy.

In their shared release, Haochen buried his face in her neck, whispering softly, “Yuewei, I love you so much.”

Clutching him tightly, Yuewei found herself whispering back, “I… I love you too.”

It was madness—passion that blurred every line.

—

Afterward, as Yuewei showered and sat at her desk, she opened Wen Yuan’s diary again.

“Han Liang is a toxic man. Once you’re hooked, there’s no escape.
I think about him all the time—during meetings, meals, and especially at night. His face, his scent, his strong, sculpted body—they haunt me.
I crave the thrill, the danger, the rollercoaster ride of being with him.
I hope it’s just a phase, that logic will return.
But secretly, I pray the passion never fades.
Greed is dangerous. It makes you surrender, lose yourself, and fall into a trap you can’t escape.”

Yuewei closed the laptop abruptly, her gaze drifting toward the bedroom…