"I will definitely have nightmares," Wen Nuan blurted out, her conditioned response faster than her rational thinking.
Narcissism, what's there to be proud of for a man to be good-looking?
Ye Feimo glanced over coldly, his gaze so icy that it felt like a block of ice was pressed against a warm face, making the swelling pain seem less intense.
"Do you often encounter this kind of thing?" Ye Feimo asked.
"The first time." Wen Nuan tugged at the clothes that couldn't fully cover her, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Hmph." He scoffed a single sound from his nose, clearly expressing displeasure. His face remained expressionless, which made Wen Nuan wonder if he was missing a facial nerve.
Why is it always the same expression?
"What did you just call me?"
Wen Nuan hated her conditioned reflex, as she had already given Ye Feimo a nickname in her heart, calling him "Ye The Pervert," and she blurted it out due to her conditioned reflex.
"Mr. Ye..."
"How did I hear it as Ye The Pervert?" he asked, neither warmly nor coldly.
Wen Nuan silent, pretending to be dead!
"Am I very perverted?"
Are you not a pervert? Wen Nuan thought to herself, if you're not a pervert, then who is in this world? In all her life, the most perverted person she had ever encountered was Ye Feimo.
She continued to pretend to be dead.
Ye Feimo scoffed out a single sound again.
The air conditioning in the carriage was turned on quite high. Wen Nuan felt very cold. She shrank her shoulders. Her clothes were almost torn to pieces, and her shoulders were exposed. The cold air was too strong, and she couldn't help shivering.
Ye Feimo glanced at her from the side, expressionless. Wen Nuan sighed, thinking that in such situations, isn't the male lead supposed to gently take off his jacket and drape it over the female lead? Movies and TV shows really are deceptive.
Gentle male protagonists are just fleeting clouds.
He didn't even say a word to comfort her. Wen Nuan smiled at herself, thinking that if she was really bullied, she would probably not feel any pain at all.
He don't care at all.
Come to think of it, it makes sense. He and she are not familiar with each other, and they are just a deal. Why should he be gentle and caring when she is wronged? What's more, this man clearly doesn't even understand what gentleness is.
Except for his sweetheart, he treats all women like this. There are at least a dozen women in the world who treat her the same way. She feels balanced when she thinks about this.
He reached out and turned off the air conditioner.
Wen Nuan was stunned and looked at him in surprise. Could he be considerate?
"I'm cold." Wen Nuan said.
Ye Feimo looked at her strangely, staring at her clothes. He snorted coldly: "What should I wear if I take it off for you?"
"Don't you know what a gentleman is?"
"Men without clothes on the upper body are called beasts, not gentlemen."
Wen Nuan burst into tears. Second Young Master Ye, isn't it called a beast if you have nothing on your lower body?
"What about the bottom half of your body?" Wen Nuan asked without any hesitation.
"The beast's father."
Wen Nuan burst into tears: "..."
Young Master Ye, is this considered dry humor? It turns out you are the beast's father.
It turns out that consideration is just a passing cloud.
This person is still his usual perverted self.
Mingcheng Apartment, 45th floor.
As soon as she went upstairs, Ye Feimo pointed to the bathroom and asked her to take a bath and clean up.
The situation is exactly the same as last time.
Last time she still had clean clothes, but this time... Wen Nuan had a headache. Looking at the scars on her body, face, and arms, she gritted her teeth and thought she should have turned around and stepped on them.
After taking a shower and wrapping herself in his pajamas, Wen Nuan was naked again. She really don't want to have s*x with him. This time, she would not be molested like last time...
Wait, he and she still have a contract between them.
She was lucky that he went to Venice. Now that he were here, he had the right to claim her body.
Is it okay for her to pretend to faint weakly in the bathroom?
Wen Nuan shivered at the thought of doing that with Ye Feimo, her whole body tensed up, and her legs trembled with nervousness.
She spent a full ten minutes building it, and she didn't want to leave.
There were two knocks on the door, and an impolite voice came through: "Are you dead?"
Wen Nuan said weakly: "Still alive..."
"Come out if you're not dead."
Unexpectedly, when she came out, there was a pile of new clothes on the sofa in the living room. The labels were not even cut off. There were skirts, casual wear, dresses, shirts, and underwear.
It only took her more than half an hour to finish her shower. Mr. Ye, you are too efficient.
Wen Nuan looked at the size and felt embarrassed. It was so accurate; had he investigated her measurements?
Ye Feimo seemed to see what she was thinking and laughed coldly, "If I can't figure out your bra size in one night, then I shouldn't be called Ye Feimo."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and went into the bathroom.
Wen Nuan had a shocked expression as if struck by lightning, and then gritted her teeth.
She wants to kill someone!
Someone who just went to take a shower reappeared at the staircase and said coldly, "Call your home. You'll be staying here for the entire summer vacation."
Wen Nuan was stunned, just about to say something, but he had already gone to take a shower.
"Autocratic, domineering, chauvinistic pig." Wen Nuan angrily cursed a few times and dialed the phone. She hadn't returned home until late, which worried her father. Wen Nuan had no choice but to lie, saying she was working a summer job and happened to be commuting with Tang Mandong, so she decided to stay at Mandong's house.