Ye Feimo was displeased with Wen Nuan's reaction. He tugged at her hair, forcing her to turn her face. "What's with that expression? Do you think I'm not as handsome as him?"
Wen Nuan swatted his hand away. Luckily, she still had one usable arm. Did he have to be so rough?
"Young Master Ye, let me tell you, if you look at beautiful women every day, they eventually become ordinary. If you look at 'dinosaur women' every day, they also become ordinary. By the same logic, men are the same. So there's no distinction between handsome and not handsome," Wen Nuan said with a somewhat disingenuous smile. How could she possibly praise Young Master Ye and say he was handsome, even though he really was?
He and Ethan Ye were two different types.
A peony and a rose, each with their own charm. It's not fair to compare.
