Wen Nuan had been trying hard to recall the agreement, but his words nearly made her choke. "Young Master Ye, has anyone ever told you that you're inhuman and perverted?"
Ye Feimo nodded expressionlessly. "Many people have said so. One more doesn't make a difference."
Wen Nuan teared up, covering her face. What was this person's skin made of?
Ye Feimo's lips curled into a smile, enjoying her discomfiture.
Teasing Wen Nuan was something he found very enjoyable.
Seeing Wen Nuan's conflicted expression was even more satisfying than the moment of climax during sex.
To sum it up, he had a tendency to torment Wen Nuan.
