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Lin Ning, "Yeh Er is so pitiful.

Warm glances抿唇, February to April has the A City Critics Award, Golden Seal Award, and University Student Film Festival. The A City International Film Festival will be in June; it's a bit too early for that. Whether she can get this award or not doesn't matter much to her since her experience is still shallow. Even getting a consolation prize would be great.

She didn't care about this.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps upstairs and frowned. When someone came down, the door opened shortly afterward, and Young Master Yeh Er entered. Their eyes met; his gaze was as dark as ink, deep and bottomless. They looked at each other then averted their gazes, neither willing to back down.

The atmosphere between them on New Year's Day was somber, like the weather in early January.

Warm turned off her computer and went to bed.

Ye Fei Mo left his bedroom. Warm pursed her lips; dating a man who is repressed and secretly passionate really takes its toll on you.

A short while later, there was a sound of something breaking in the living room. Warm immediately got up and ran out to check. It wasn't the living room but the kitchen—Ye Fei Mo had broken a plate. Something was boiling in a pot; he bent down to pick up the pieces, and Warm angrily asked, "What are you doing"

Ye Fei Mo was picking up the shards when she shouted at him; his hand paused, then instinctively tightened, causing the porcelain shard to pierce his palm. Blood instantly flowed out. Warm's eyes narrowed in alarm as she hurried over and pulled Ye Fei Mo away: "What were you doing at this hour of the night"

Seeing that he had been cut by a shard, Warm was both angry and heartbroken. She carefully picked out the pieces and threw them into the trash can before turning off the stove. She pushed Ye Fei Mo out and hurriedly fetched the first-aid kit.

Warm's face remained expressionless, but her actions were gentle as if she feared hurting him.

Ye Feimo also looked expressionless at her, wearing pajamas with his long hair falling to the chest. He was bowing his head and cleaning his wound; she couldn't see his facial expressions. Thinking of her angry face just now, he frowned.

The two didn’t speak as Ruan Wen cleaned his wounds, disinfected them, applied medicine, and wrapped them up with bandages. She then glared at Ye Feimo angrily and muttered, "Idiot! Can't even hold a plate properly."

He must have done it on purpose; the pain tactic had to be a pain tactic. She didn’t need to pay attention to him.

She noticed that Ye Feimo’s hand was covering his stomach, and Ruan Wen's eyes pricked with slight pain as she hurriedly put down the medicine box and stood up. She glared at him angrily before heading to the kitchen; he was downstairs.

Damn it! If he was hungry, why didn’t he say so What’s he messing around with now Ruan Wen had never seen Ye Feimo in the kitchen, and as soon as he started making a noise, things went wrong.

She swept up the fragments on the floor and resignedly cooked him noodles.

"I want to eat spaghetti," Ye Feimo ordered his meal without batting an eyelash, looking like it was perfectly normal. Ruan Wen took out her kitchen knife viciously and slammed it onto the cutting board in anger.

At this hour of the night eating spaghetti If he’s lucky, there might be bones for him to gnaw on.

Ye Feimo jumped in surprise; she was being quite bloody at this hour of the night. That move looked standard from a murderer's point of view.

She really was meant to be a maid’s life, why was she cooking for him Letting him starve to death would have been better.

But she also knew that Ye Feimo couldn’t go hungry; he was a stubborn guy. If you wanted to use the pain tactic on him, there was no way to stop him.

She chopped up some green vegetables and meat slices for him and made him a vegetable and pork noodle soup. Spaghetti at this hour of night took too long to make; she should have just given him plain noodles with salt in the broth and let him complain if he wanted to pick on something.

After some thought, Renwar added another egg. She believed it was better to be more nutritious.

When the dish was ready, Renwar brought it out.

Ye Feimo took a look and lifted his gaze expressionlessly toward Renwar, "I said Italy..."

"If you don’t want to eat then forget it. I’ll use it to clean the toilet," Renwar was angrily upset. Ye Feimo immediately responded, “Eat!”

You are being sensible.

He had stabbed his left hand, but he could still use his right one without any problem. Renwar sat opposite him and saw that she herself had been hungry too, originally intending to cook some noodles for herself. In the end, pitifully, all she drank was a glass of milk and a cup of cucumber juice. Yet, he was eating an entire steaming bowl of noodles which looked very appetizing.

Turning away would be best. Renwar prepared to get up when Ye Feimo glanced at her, "Wait a while for washing the dishes."

The meaning behind it was that she couldn’t leave just yet.

Renwar was so infuriated. She had cooked noodles for you and waited on hand and foot until you were full. Now, you still wanted her to wash the dishes This life was unbearable! If this happened during the day then there wouldn’t be much of a problem, but it’s already midnight...

It was one o’clock in the morning, when everyone usually would have been sound asleep. Who would still be awake waiting for him to eat and clean up

"Can't you wash them yourself"

"Isn’t it your responsibility to handle all household chores" Young Master Ye Two calmly brought out their agreement. Renwar was frustrated, kicking the sofa a few times before sitting down again. If she hadn’t seen him alone in the middle of the night looking pitifully at his stomach while eating noodles and having the plate break with him getting stabbed, then she wouldn’t have felt pity for him and throw herself into this situation.

Too unreasonable.

Ye Feimo ate very slowly and savored every bite, whether it was because he was hungry or just really enjoyed the food, his appetite made Nuwan drool.

"Eating so late at night will make you fat," Nuwan pursed her lips. If someone wouldn't eat properly due to a bad stomach, they deserved to be this way. Ye Feimo ate quite a lot throughout the day, yet he hadn’t gained any weight.

Ye Feimo continued eating his delicious noodles without paying attention to Nuwan's complaints.

Nuwan noticed that although he had just shaved, it wasn't too heavy-handed. However, with his hand wrapped in a bandage, going to the wedding ceremony tomorrow wouldn’t be appropriate. Would he have to wear gloves

Moreover, as one of the groomsmen, this would bring bad luck.

But Ye Feimo seemed indifferent. After finishing his noodles and pushing away the bowl for Nuwan to wash, she felt like a perfect nanny—almost to the point where she was washing his feet next.

After washing the bowls, when Nuwan returned to the living room, Ye Feimo had already left. She pouted at him leaving without even saying goodbye after eating. How unreasonable could someone be She went to bed and thought he must have gone upstairs. To her surprise, he was already in bed wearing his pajamas and lazily yawning—typical of someone who eats and then sleeps.

"Go sleep upstairs," Nuwan coldly said. They were in the middle of a cold war; sleeping together didn’t make sense. There wasn’t even an atmosphere of a cold war, which was something Miss Nuwan obviously forgot about when she cooked noodles for him and washed his bowls earlier.

Ye Feimo ignored her completely without even looking at her. Nuwan grumpily climbed into bed.

He always used the silent treatment during their arguments and then a few days later pretended to be hurt, making it seem like nothing had happened in order to get what he wanted. Ye Feimo, did she really seem that stupid or easy to manipulate Pretending to be sad with just a couple of drops of blood was too optimistic on his part.

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