"Miss Wen, I know I am good-looking. If you are obsessed with me, take a photo and look at it every day before going to bed."
"I'm definitely going to have nightmares." The warm conditions fired faster than reason, blurted out.
Narcissism, what's so proud about a good-looking man?
Ye Feimo glanced over coldly, his gaze was as warm as if there were ice cubes on his face, and the swelling and pain were not so hot.
"Do you often encounter this kind of thing?" Ye Feimo asked.
"First time." Wen Nuan pulled the clothes that could not cover her body, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Huh!" He hummed a single note from his nose, which sounded extremely unpleasant. His face was always dull and warm. Is there a nerve in his face that is missing?
Otherwise, why is it always the same expression?
"What did you just call me?"
Nuan Nuan hated her conditional launch. She had already given Ye Feimo a name in her heart, called Ye Pervert, and she called him "Ye Feimo" at the first moment of conditional launch.
"Mr. Ye..."
"Why do I hear Cheng Ye is a pervert?" he asked lukewarmly.
Warm and silent, pretending to be dead!
"Am I a pervert?"
Aren't you a pervert? Wen Nuan thought secretly, if you weren't a pervert, would there be any perverts in the world? She has grown up, and the most perverted person she has ever seen is Ye Feimo.
She continued to pretend to be dead.
Ye Feimo hummed a single note from his nose.
The air-conditioning in the carriage was turned up a bit, and it was very cold. Her shoulders shrank. Her clothes were already torn to pieces, and her pink shoulders were exposed. The air-conditioning was too strong, and she couldn't help but shiver.
Ye Feimo glanced sideways at her, his face expressionless and filled with emotion. In this situation, wouldn't the male protagonist have to take off his clothes and gently put them on the heroine? Film and television dramas are indeed a lie.
The gentle male protagonist is like a floating cloud.
