Wen Nuan flashed a brilliant smile, "What does it matter if there are many peach blossoms? They're all rotten peach blossoms."
"Make coffee!" Ye Feimo's eyes twitched as he spat out each word with cold severity.
"I can't," Wen Nuan replied crisply and turned to go upstairs.
Ye Feimo was extremely annoyed.
Sleeping at night was another big problem. Wen Nuan wore her most conservative pajamas and slept in the farthest corner. Ye Feimo came out of the bathroom with his chest half-exposed, revealing his firm and well-built torso, with a few water droplets clinging to his chest, exuding an indescribable sexiness. His features were already incomparably handsome, like the most exquisite artwork, and under the dim lighting, they seemed even more mysterious, elegant, and alluring. He was an indulgent man, yet paradoxically possessed an ascetic face; when he wore a uniform, people of both genders harbored a desire to pin him down.
Such was Ye Feimo, truly sexy to the extreme.