Do something else?
Mi Yao was so startled that she lifted her eyes to look at him.
Feng Yueming squinted his narrow eyes, looking at her with a seeming smile.
Mi Yao nearly jumped up. How could he... be so sleazy?
"Sleep," Feng Yueming said, without any further movement, he stretched out his hand to rub the tiredness between his brows, then closed his eyes.
Was he tired?
Mi Yao saw fatigue in the bloodshot lines of his eyes. Perhaps after closing them briefly, the bloodlines were very apparent. He must have been tired from his recent trip to Country C, she thought.
If he was tired, then he should just sleep. Why torment her?
Such things were no fun at all, no different from a pervert's deeds.
Mi Yao really couldn't sympathize with him.
After waiting a while, the man's breathing became shallow again. Mi Yao deftly wriggled out of his embrace and then turned over, back facing him, curling up in the corner of the wall to sleep.
This time, she fell asleep quickly.
