I only have feelings for you

ied out, Cheng Anya was taken aback, turned her head and saw that the man in black was roughly pulling Warm into the private room. His coat was torn off, revealing his fragrant shoulders. Warm’s face...Ye Fei-mo stuttered for a long time before finally managing to say something relatively complete. Wen Nuan froze, her heart's knot seemingly pierced by these words, instantly dissipating.

His embarrassment, his liking, his lowered voice, completely pleased Wen Nuan.

She had never been sure of his intentions, her heart always fluttering with uncertainty. But now, a wave of elation washed over her, warming her lips into a faint, blissful smile.

He texted for so long, just to say that

She bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile, her eyes stinging slightly. For some reason, her heart felt heavier with uncertainty and sadness. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment, for these words, for an untold number of years. Finally, they were here.

When you yearn for certain emotions, for a particular person for a long time, and suddenly obtain them, your feelings are truly a mixture of joy and sorrow.

"Warm, can you hear me" Ye Feimo asked in a low voice. Warm covered her lips, tears welling up and sliding down her cheeks onto her hands. Today's pent-up emotions had all been cried out.

"I went to the restroom, what did you just say I didn't hear." Wen warmly said, her smile even sweeter.

A buzzing sound came from the machine, Warm smiled softly. The little thing was angry, she knew he would react this way, She knew he wouldn't want to hear it again.

To my surprise, his actions to express his emotions were so resolute and crude.

She was just about to call him back, but Ye FeiMo called first. Wen Wen slightly pursed her lips, a sweetness in her heart, and answered, "You're such a child! You threw a tantrum Then don't call me!"

She could call him too.

Ye Fei Mo let out a cold snort, seeming quite uncomfortable, and changed the subject. "What are you doing"

"Go to sleep."

"Didn't sleep enough today"

"I had too much to drink, my head hurts," Wen Nuann said warmly, leaning against the bed as she chatted with her. Wen Mama originally wanted to call her downstairs, thinking she was in a bad mood and arguing with Ye Feimo. Seeing her smiling and chatting with Ye Feimo, she let out a sigh of relief and went downstairs.

"Why did you drink so much today"

"That's great! I was drinking with Mandu, she has a good tolerance for alcohol. I got drunk after four cups, no match for her." Wenwarm laughed warmly, and asked, "What are you doing"

"Watch the fireworks."

She chuckled. When would he have the leisure to watch fireworks Maybe at home, with the children setting them off. But she couldn't quite picture Ye Feimo watching fireworks.

"How does it look"

"Well, that's pretty," Ye Fei Mo said with a warm smile, then rolled over to face the window. Suddenly, a firework shot into the sky, and she smiled again. "Someone is setting off fireworks outside my window too."

"Can you see it"

"You can see what's far away, but you only notice the things close by. You don't even see fireworks blossoming." Wen Nuan smiled warmly, her mood had just been heavy, but now it was light and cheerful.

Is this okay now

A warm smile curved her lips. Let's just forget about it this time, she thought. After all, she liked him and was willing to forgive him. But some things still needed to be clarified. She couldn't simply let him off the hook.

"Nuan Nuan, the fireworks are really beautiful," Ye Fei Mo repeated.

"It's not like I haven't seen fireworks before," Wen warmed mumbled softly, her voice a little quieter. "Am I prettier"

"Fireworks are prettier." Ye Feimo said earnestly, a warm and low voice scolding her. Ye Feimo just smiled, "Why do you like Champagne roses They aren't as beautiful as red roses at all."

"Who said that," Warmly protested, "Your aesthetic is problematic."

Why do you like champagne roses

"Do you know the meaning of a Champagne rose" he asked warmly.

Ye Fei pondered for a moment, paused for a while, "I don't know, what is it Tell me about it."

Warmly whispered, "I'm not telling you. When you achieve something, I'll tell you."

The language of champagne roses, I only love you.

She liked the saying, so she was fond of champagne roses.

Ye Fei Mo smiled, a low chuckle that seemed to suppress something. Though they hadn't met face-to-face, it was as if they saw through Wen Nuan's thoughts. Her face involuntarily flushed, a blush creeping up her cheeks. A slightly sour yet sweet feeling spread through her senses.

This feeling of first love, something I experienced a long, long time ago.

"If a man appeared before you with your favorite champagne rose, would you forgive him" Ye Fei Mo asked, his voice low, as if confiding in something. Hearing this, her heart fluttered slightly.

I couldn't help but imagine Ye Fei Mo holding a bouquet of champagne roses in front of her. It would surely be a beautiful sight.

Warmth suddenly looked towards the window, jumped out of bed, and ran to the window.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

Outside the window, fireworks filled the sky, blooming brilliantly, turning the entire night into a magnificent backdrop. His car stopped outside the villa, and he languidly leaned against it, holding a bouquet of champagne roses in his arms.

A white-and-yellow rose bloomed alluringly in his arms. At this moment, he seemed like a prince riding a white horse, holding flowers to greet his princess. From afar, even though she couldn't make out the details of his gaze, she could still feel the pampering, deep affection, and undeniable shyness in his eyes.

Not ink...

It turned out he had been waiting for her outside the window all along.

But she was foolishly agonizing over whether he had her in his heart, ignoring the fireworks and roses he kept asking about, leaving him waiting in the cold wind for so long.

She dashed out of the house barefoot, as happy and nimble as a sprite, running down the stairs. Fang Liu City was gone, the three members of the Wen family were watching a program, their faces filled with warmth and smiles, heading straight for the door.

Wen Jing said inexplicably, "Sister, put on your shoes…"

She put on a pair of red slippers at the entrance, strolled through the front garden of the villa, and ran out. Ye Fei Mo was waiting for her outside. He had changed his clothes, wearing a dark blue shirt on top, jeans underneath, and a long, beige windbreaker. A rose bloomed in his arms, as vibrant as champagne roses. His smile was more enchanting than the roses themselves. The softest part of her heart suddenly softened and sank.

He rarely smiled, Ye Fei Mo, wood-like, expressionless, seemed to become his hallmark. It was rare to see him smiling like this, warm eyes piercing, suddenly feeling infinite grievance, infinite happiness, swarming in.

He spread his arms wide, a warm smile lighting up his face as he ran towards him, willingly surrendering to his embrace, holding him close.

A thousand words, condensed into a firm embrace.

Her heart was immersed in the hot spring and flowers, with not a shred of sadness left.

Pain is remembered, joy is easily forgotten.

But now, she cherishes the joy and happiness of this moment, forgetting the pain he inflicted upon her.give himself for, so he doted on him, and that doting lasted for so many years.Guests at the wedding, almost all eyes were on the Mo family's table. They sat at the relatives' table. Although it wasn'...