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"Do you have anything else?"

"You're angry!" A sure statement, although Feimo didn't know what Wen Nuan was angry about, he was certain she was angry at him.

"I'd rather spend my time memorizing scripts than waste it being angry with you." Wen Nuan said coolly.

Feimo snorted coldly, backed off slightly, and Wen Nuan felt a bit more at ease; he had been too close, his cologne filling her senses and dulling her thoughts.

Feimo had seriously affected her.

He sat on the bed, wanting to ask if she was in pain, but seeing Wen Nuan's aloofness, Feimo was never one to warm his face against someone else's cold ass, so he did not ask.

Wen Nuan prayed silently that Feimo would leave soon.

"That night I may have been too harsh, but it wasn't directed at you, if you're still angry about that, you really shouldn't be." Feimo had racked his brains and couldn't figure out any other reason for Wen Nuan's anger.

Wen Nuan turned her head in confusion, "Are you apologizing?"