Wen Nuan slammed the door, her anger flaring. She regretted not eating out with Cai Xiaojing. It would have saved her the effort. What she hated most about Ye Feimo was that when he was unhappy, he wouldn't eat, completely ignoring his own well-being.
She was about to clean up the dinner when Ye Feimo came out of the bedroom. Wen Nuan stopped what she was doing and looked at him coldly. Ye Feimo walked over and started to eat. Wen Nuan had lost her appetite. She put her plate down and sat across from him. The food was already cold, but she wasn't so cruel as to let him eat it like that. She put it in the microwave to reheat it and then brought it back to the table. Ye Feimo didn't say a word, and Wen Nuan knew he had nothing to say.
She didn't have much of an appetite, so she just drank the soup. No matter how angry she was, she wouldn't let him eat alone. Ye Feimo didn't like that feeling, and neither did she.
For half an hour, neither of them said a word.
