Ye Feimo's expression darkened instantaneously upon realizing what he was thinking about, looking extremely unpleasant. For him, acknowledging Wen Nuan's merits was just another reason for his temper to flare.
Wen Nuan witnessed his dramatic change of expression within ten seconds, feeling a sense of shared unease, deeply afraid that he might strangle her with one forceful grip.
Why was his temper so terrible?
She liked gentle men.
Ye Feimo suddenly lowered his head and tenderly kissed her lips as if cherishing a precious treasure.
Wen Nuan felt her heart pounding wildly, her cheeks blushing red as if they were about to burn.
Why had he suddenly become gentle?
She was used to the rough and icy demeanor of Second Young Master Ye, his sudden tenderness caught her off-guard.
Wen Nuan's tears streamed down her face.
