Wen Nuan gritted her teeth in frustration and declared, "I've run away from home!"
Ye Feimo was rarely taken aback, but a chuckle suddenly escaped him; this girl was truly adorable.
The way she sulked was quite appealing to the eye.
Wen Nuan was startled; his laugh melted away the winter snow, instantly drawing all beauty in the world to himself. She never knew that a man's smile could be so charming.
"You really are bewitching!" Wen Nuan mumbled. He was too handsome; she couldn't think of words to describe him.
Ye Feimo's expression darkened. Wen Nuan quickly pushed him away, picked up the robe from the ground, and sloppily put it on, covering her exposed skin. His gaze narrowed as he grasped her wrist, and Wen Nuan had already tumbled onto his body.
