Wen Nuan struggled free from his grip and laughed indifferently. She didn't want to love so humbly but since Han Bi was his past that he couldn't forget, there wasn't much she could do. However, she could wait, wait until Ye Feimo had completely forgotten about Han Bi.
"Give me the tablet, I want to play games," Wen Nuan said with a smile, turning the conversation. Ye Feimo handed her the tablet, and she returned to the couch with it, kicking off her shoes and lying back against the couch in a rather unladylike pose, folding her legs up as she played.
Ye Feimo smiled. Apart from his family, no woman had ever dared to be so casual in front of him, without a trace of trying to maintain a good image.
He liked Wen Nuan like this.
A woman like her was like a breeze, warming his heart, yet like a flame, igniting his passion.
