Ye Feimo drove while Wen Nuan played with her phone. As soon as she went online, she saw the news about today's A City Film Critics Award; it was everywhere. Wen Nuan furrowed her brows, then switched off her phone. Ye Feimo glanced at her, and just as Wen Nuan looked up, she cracked a small smile and closed the webpage.
The car stopped in front of the apartment building. Ye Feimo had just unbuckled his seatbelt when Wen Nuan pounced on him, hugging his arm affectionately, and rubbed her head on his shoulder, "Ye Feimo, thank you."
Ye Feimo raised an eyebrow, reached out to ruffle her hair, and asked with a smile, "Thank me for what?"
"Everything!" Wen Nuan said with a laugh. Ye Feimo, in a good mood, teasingly raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down. His deep, dark eyes flashed a shade darker, "I don't mind if you thank me in a different way."
Wen Nuan raised her head and gave him an annoyed glare. This man was insatiable; why was he always thinking about that?
