"Do you have anything else?"
"You're angry." It was a definitive statement. Although he didn't know what Wen Nuan was angry about, Ye Feimo was certain she was angry with him.
"I'd rather memorize my script than waste time being angry with you," Wen Nuan said coolly.
Ye Feimo snorted coldly and stepped back slightly. Wen Nuan felt a little more at ease. He had been too close, and the scent of his cologne filled her nostrils, making her thoughts sluggish.
Ye Feimo seriously affected her.
He sat on the bed, wanting to ask if she was in pain, but seeing Wen Nuan's coldness, Ye Feimo was never one to be overly solicitous towards someone indifferent. So, he didn't ask her if she was hurting.
Wen Nuan prayed in her heart for Ye Feimo to leave quickly.
