The Mural

"You're back?"

When she returned to the villa where Ye Fusu had locked her up, Ye Fusu was sitting on the sofa waiting for her. His eyes were cold and calm.

Anger rose in Shen Weiyang's chest. She slowly clenched her fists and asked him, "What are you trying to do?"

"I should ask you this." He stood up from the sofa and slowly walked in front of her. He reached out and pinched her chin. His thumb gently touched her delicate skin and sneered, "Zhaozhao, is it because I am not angry that you think that I have a good temper and can go against me as I please? Hmm?"

"Psycho."

Shen Weiyang waved his hand away and kept her distance from him.

Ye Fusu did not mind her coldness at all. He took back his hand that she waved away. "Since you are so stubborn, why did you come back after you escaped? I didn't ask someone to capture you. "