"Miss Wen, I know I'm good-looking, but if you're infatuated, take a picture and look at it every night before you go to bed."
"I'd surely have nightmares," Wen Nuan blurted out before her rational mind could catch up.
Vanity, huh? What's there to be proud of for being a good-looking man?
Ye Feimo shot a cold glance her way that chilled Wen Nuan as if ice blocks were pressed against her face, the swelling pain not nearly as hot.
"Do you often encounter this kind of situation?" Ye Feimo asked.
"It's the first time," Wen Nuan said, tugging at the clothes that failed to cover her properly, somewhat embarrassed.
"Hmm!" He snorted dismissively from his nose, evidently displeased. His face remained expressionless, and Wen Nuan wondered if his facial nerves were missing something.
Otherwise, why would he always have the same expression?
"What did you just call me?"