She could see he was unhappy, and she would go to great lengths to explain to him, to make him understand, but those things in his office irritated her eyes, yet he never said a word.
Wen Nuan frowned, always fixated on this matter, inevitably leading to some pettiness.
These issues were also like a thorn, actually very small, not painful when it pricks you, just lying there, you never know when it will prick you again, causing you pain.
"Hmph, which eye saw me being oversensitive, looking at me, this epitome of perfection every day, do you think of Fang Liucheng?" Ye Feimo arrogantly hummed, and Wen Nuan's displeasure also dissolved away.
Indeed, very much the epitome of perfection.
Wen Nuan put down the photograph, and suddenly, Ye Feimo grabbed her, holding her on his lap, Wen Nuan's face heated up, "What are you doing, this is my house."
