"Miss Han, I'm afraid you'd have to get in line; there are too many women chasing after me to count. I treat everyone equally, so if you're willing to wait, then wait." Ye Feimo said emotionlessly, twirling his pen in his hand, his tone detached.
"Feimo, I thought... you were willing to get back together with me," Han Bi said sorrowfully, gazing at Ye Feimo with a look full of accusation, grievance, and deep affection.
She was beautiful, and every expression on her face was meticulously crafted.
Stunning enough to take one's breath away.
But Ye Feimo remained unmoved, asking coldly, "What have I done to give you such a misunderstanding?"
Han Bi was at a loss for words. Ye Feimo's furrowed brows relaxed, "You mean that kiss? Miss Han, with the parade of lovers in your bed, with your lips eagerly meeting those of a man, would you care?"
