Luo Ye relayed to Ye Xuan everything about Feng Hua and their entire conversation. After a long silence, Ye Xuan finally lifted his head, meeting Luo Ye's intensely staring dark eyes, and suddenly, his cheeks uncontrollably flushed.
"Brother Ye, when did you become a bashful young wife? Is it really that embarrassing just because I stared at you a few times?" Luo Ye said as he reached out to touch Ye Xuan's cheek: "It's so hot? Tell me, are you feverish or just shy?" Knowing that Luo Feng was fine, someone's prankster spirit revived.
"I am angry!" Ye Xuan's eyes flickered, inwardly chastising himself for feeling embarrassed, thinking about Qing Zhu's words whenever he tried to be nice to her.
"Angry?" Luo Ye was utterly confused: "How did I make you angry?"
"It's not you, it's thinking about Hang Menglin's cruelty toward Feng Hua that really infuriates people!" Mou Xuan's explanation was a bit incoherent.
