Wen Nuan's lips twitched. Accurate, accurate, accurate my foot. Not accurate at all.
She was too lazy to argue with him.
"Nuan Nuan, did you really not hear what I said last night?" Ye Feimo asked again.
Wen Nuan averted her face. "What did you say?"
Ye Feimo choked. Wen Nuan, putting on her shoes, said, "Wasn't it about wanting spaghetti? Sorry, I don't know how to make it."
His face darkened. "It's not about that."
"If it's not about that, then what is it about?"
Ye Feimo looked at her expression, which didn't seem to be lying. He pursed his lips and said, "I apologized."
"What?"
He gritted his teeth, pulling her up. "I apologized."
"Oh, and what else?" Wen Nuan asked expressionlessly. Having been with Ye Feimo for so long, perhaps she had absorbed too much of his demeanor. When she was expressionless, she could be quite intimidating. It was just a cold face; who couldn't do it? Besides, she was an actress.
Freeze you to death!
