He didn't even offer a word of comfort. Wen Nuan gave a self-deprecating laugh, suspecting that even if she were truly bullied, he would probably feel indifferent.
He truly didn't care at all.
And come to think of it, why should he? They weren't close; their relationship was nothing more than a transaction. Why should he attend to her with tenderness whenever she felt aggrieved, especially since this man clearly didn't even understand the concept of warmth?
Aside from the woman he loved, he treated all women the same way. There were at least a dozen other women around the world treated just like her, and realizing this made her feel somewhat better.
He reached out and turned off the air conditioning.
Wen Nuan was startled, looking at him incredulously. Was he being considerate?
"I'm very cold," Wen Nuan said.
Ye Feimo looked at her clothes with a strange expression and snorted coldly, "If I take it off for you, what would I wear?"
