A second later, Yun Shangyuan came to his senses and realized Yue Yaya was angry with him.
She was jealous.
He felt somewhat pleased that she was jealous for his sake, but as soon as he recalled her icy demeanor just now, that little bit of smugness instantly evaporated.
He strode quickly to the carriage, lifted the curtain, and stepped inside, to find Feng Yueya lying on the couch with her back to him.
Sitting down carefully beside the couch, he leaned in close to her ear with a smile and gently asked, "What's the matter, jealous?"
Feng Yueya kept her eyes closed, her expression unchanged, and did not respond to him.
"Yue Yaya, won't you stop being angry, please? It was all my fault just now, I shouldn't have said that sentence."
"..."
"How about you get up and hit me? Beat me up and then let off steam."
"..."
Feng Yueya still did not respond to him, not even moving an eyelid.
