Ye Feimo gripped her hand tightly, his gaze burning with anger that seemed to leap out, "With such a sour tone, you still dare to say you haven't been overthinking things?"
"What are you staring at her for so intently?"
Ye Feimo frowned but did not answer, Wen Nuan jerked her hand away, and Ye Feimo hastily caught it again, Wen Nuan's voice cold as ice, "Let go!"
"Wen Nuan, stop fooling around."
"Who's fooling around? I'm very calm right now." Wen Nuan forcibly pulled away from his grasp. Lin Ning and Pei Jun turned back to look, Wen Nuan offered a slight smile, Second Young Master Ye's gaze was cold and sharp, and after Lin Ning and Pei Jun turned back around, they continued chatting.
Wen Nuan wasn't angry that Ye Feimo was mesmerized as he watched Han Bi; she didn't want to disturb his memories. He was free to reminisce about his past with Han Bi—probably just not in front of her.
