The next morning, Wen Nuan was awoken by a kiss. She swung her fist directly at the person's face, muttering, "Stupid mosquito!"
The person, enraged, clutched his punched face. He realized profoundly that Wen Nuan must have done it on purpose. Who swats a mosquito with a fist? After hitting the "mosquito," Wen Nuan also woke up.
Upon waking, she saw Ye Feimo's enlarged, handsome face right before her eyes. Wen Nuan gave a silly grin, which somewhat appeased Ye Feimo's anger from being hit. He grunted, noting that there didn't seem to be anything important to do today, so Wen Nuan rolled over, preparing to go back to sleep.
Ye Feimo tugged her hair. "What are you doing?"
"Your mom called and told you to go home today," Ye Feimo said, his face betraying no emotion, as he lightly pecked her cheek. "She smells so good. For this benefit, I can be magnanimous and overlook her assault."
