"It seems Miss Wen takes the agreement lightly," said Ye Feimo, keeping a straight face. "I will add one more clause when I get back: if I ask you a question and you fail to answer, you owe me a million for each mistake."
Wen Nuan had been trying hard to recall the details of the agreement, but his words nearly took her breath away. "Second Young Master Ye, has anyone ever told you that you're inhumane and perverse?"
Ye Feimo nodded expressionlessly, "Many have said so, you're not the first."
Wen Nuan was in tears, covering her face. What on earth is this man's face made of?
Seeing her defeated look brought a smile to Ye Feimo's lips; he was enjoying it.
Tormenting Wen Nuan gave him great pleasure.
Seeing the troubled look on Wen Nuan's face was even more satisfying than the climax of lovemaking.
In summary, he had a tendency to torment Wen Nuan.
