Her face hardened, and she tossed the brooch back into the jewelry box, instead taking out a heart-shaped necklace and putting it on. Ye Feimo watched her actions, his eyes narrowing. What did she mean by that? Wen Nuan hadn't expected him to be standing outside the dressing room, watching her.
She paused, then said nothing, picked up her bag, and left.
Ye Feimo's face darkened as he grabbed her arm, asking in a low voice, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing," Wen Nuan replied indifferently, trying to pull away from Ye Feimo, but he pulled her forcefully, and Wen Nuan fell against him. Ye Feimo's expression became exceedingly grim.
Wen Nuan was furious. She looked up and glared at him. "Let go!"
"How long are you going to keep this up with me?" Ye Feimo demanded sharply. Wen Nuan found it amusing. "Keeping it up"? In her eyes, was she just making a fuss, being petty?