"If you didn't have a special hobby, why would you rather be a mistress than a legitimate fiancée?" Ye Feimo laughed coldly.
Wen Nuan gave a forced laugh, "Haha, Second Young Master Ye, you absolutely are not of our kind; I am racially biased against you."
"Before I get tired of you, you'll be whatever I want you to be; remember, during this time, I am your master," he said, then stood up and went upstairs, his coat casually draped over his shoulder, his movement uncommonly smooth.
Wen Nuan was dumbfounded; she really found Ye Feimo's responsiveness extraordinarily formidable. She called him a beast, and he didn't even think before he insultingly called her the same?
How much scolding does one have to endure from a young age to develop such a quick response?
Second Young Master Ye really is not of our kind.
"Miss Wen, come upstairs and serve the young master," Ye Feimo commanded as he walked, leaving Wen Nuan completely bewildered.
Serve the young master?
