Wen Nuan struggled free, smiling somewhat indifferently. She didn't want to love so humbly. It's just that Han Bi was, after all, his past. If he couldn't forget her, there was nothing Wen Nuan could do. But she could wait, wait until Ye Feimo completely forgot about Han Bi.
"Give me the tablet. I want to play a game," Wen Nuan said with a smile, changing the subject. Ye Feimo handed her the tablet. Wen Nuan took the device back to the sofa, kicked off her shoes, and sat leaning against the sofa in a rather unladylike fashion, playing games with her feet tucked up.
Ye Feimo smiled. Aside from his family, no other woman had ever dared to be so casual in front of him, with no trace of deliberately maintaining a perfect image.
He liked this side of Wen Nuan.
Such a woman was like a gust of wind, warming his heart, and also like a flame, igniting his passion.
