Wen Nuan pouted her lips, "What's up?" Just asking such a simple question, even if they hadn't talked on the phone for two days, shouldn't he ask, "Nuannuan, do you miss me?" Yet when she imagined Ye Feimo using her tone to say this to her, Wen Nuan was utterly thunderstruck.
"I'm in Milan."
"I know, Anning has a jewelry exhibition there, it ended today, right?" Ye Feimo was talking to someone else, with a rather noisy background that seemed to be in Italian; she couldn't understand a word.
This conversation made Wen Nuan feel suffocated, "Hey, is that all?"
"What's up?"
"Aren't you still in Rome? At the very least, you should say, 'Why not come to Rome for a trip? I'll be your guide.' You can't even say such words, how can you be someone's boyfriend?" Wen Nuan couldn't help but critique, wanting to hammer Ye Feimo's head, it was such an obvious hint, it wouldn't be her fault if he still didn't get it.
