She was still thinking about how to wake him up, wondering how many women would break down his family's doorstep if he woke up.
Feng Yueya hesitated, such an endless catastrophe of a demon, better not save him, might as well spare countless lovesick girls and married women...
"Yue Yaya..." Yun Shangyuan leaned down, whispering close to her cheek.
"What?" Feng Yueya's face suddenly flushed.
Really, why get so close?
Could he have forgotten that she hadn't forgiven him yet?
Wasn't he worried that she might completely reject him?
Seeing Feng Yueya's deliberately icy demeanor, Yun Shangyuan's smile grew even wider.
"I heard everything you and Taixu Zi were talking about just now."
Which meant, he knew that Feng Yueya had been acting all these days.
Ignoring him was just a way to find a method to save him.
And he also knew that Feng Yueya had already forgiven him, could even say, had never really been angry with him.
