"Is there anything wrong?" Wen Nuan looked puzzled, unable to decipher his expression at the moment. Was he angry or what? His deep gaze was like the ocean's depths, endlessly dark as ink.
It felt as if a whirlpool was about to pull her in.
"Idiot!" Ye Feimo muttered softly, yet a smile curled up at the corner of his lips. He picked up the lunchbox and went downstairs, with Wen Nuan happily following him, backpack in tow.
Ye Feimo was in a particularly good mood all the way.
Wen Nuan had grown accustomed to his unpredictable temper. Seeing his good mood, she smartly kept quiet, not wanting to disturb his cheerfulness. It was rare for Ye Feimo to be in such a good mood, after all.
His good mood lasted all the way to the office.
Wen Nuan mused that this was a record-breaking mood length.
