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Ye Feimo was dissatisfied with Wen Nuan's reaction, grabbing her hair to make her turn her face toward him, "What does that expression mean? Do you think I'm not as handsome as him?"

Wen Nuan swatted away his hand, thankful that one of her arms was still functional. Did he have to be so rough?

"Second Young Master Ye, let me tell you something. If you look at beauties every day, after a while, beauties become ordinary. The same goes if you look at dinosaur-looking women; they also turn into ordinary people after a while. By the same token, it applies to men as well, so there's no difference between handsome and not handsome." Wen Nuan said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. How could she possibly compliment Second Young Master Ye by saying he's handsome, even though he truly was.

He and Ye Yan were two different types.

Peonies and roses each have their charm, it's not fair to compare.