Ye Feimo scoffed again, clearly unconvinced.
Wen Nuan was genuinely innocent.
"It really was a dessert shop. I'll take you there another day."
"Get lost! I'm not going to places you go to." Ye Feimo tossed his head, a cold and elegant expression on his face. Wen Nuan's lips twitched. Young Master Ye Er, do you have to be so tsundere? So incredibly tsundere?
"Alright, alright, alright, we won't go, is that better?" Wen Nuan said good-naturedly.
Ye Feimo pinched Wen Nuan's ear. "You dared to let him kiss your mouth? What does Article 13 of the agreement say?"
Wen Nuan was on the verge of tears. This was truly a misunderstanding.
"It was a staged shot, like a film. Those paparazzi are brain-dead, there's nothing to be done," Wen Nuan said with a forced laugh, trying to gloss over the situation. If Young Master Ye Er truly got angry, it would be difficult to handle. The best approach was to avoid provoking him further.
