Ye Feimo glanced at her with a mocking smile, and Wen Nuan didn't know what he was mocking, so she simply paid him no mind. After a while, Ye Feimo said, "I think the saying about catching the bouquet is quite accurate."
Wen Nuan's lips twitched, accurate, accurate, my foot, it wasn't accurate at all.
She didn't bother to argue with him.
"Wen Nuan, did you really not hear what I said last night?" Ye Feimo asked again.
Wen Nuan turned her face away, "What did you say?"
Ye Feimo paused, while Wen Nuan was putting on her shoes, she said, "It's just about wanting to eat spaghetti, right? Sorry, I can't make it."
His expression darkened, "Not about that."
"Then what is it about?"
Ye Feimo, seeing her expression did not seem to be lying, pursed his lips and said, "I apologized."
"What?"
He clenched his teeth, pulling her up, "I apologized."
