"Come in," the man's pleasant voice came through.
Mi Yao reached out and pushed open the door.
Feng Yueming had just emerged from the shower, draped in a deep blue silk robe, the belt undone, exposing his entire robust chest.
"Ah!" Mi Yao screamed, quickly covering her face with both hands, "Are you an exhibitionist?"
"What are you screaming for, there's nothing on my body you haven't seen before."
Mi Yao stood angrily frozen in place. She hadn't looked; he had forced her!
Feng Yueming lazily tied his belt and then beckoned her, "Come here!"
He looked particularly like he was summoning a kitten. Mi Yao didn't move, "What do you want me for, say it."
Feng Yueming quietly stared at her, his brows furrowed.
Mi Yao felt her scalp tingle; when this man stared at you without speaking, it felt as oppressive as a mountain bearing down, a powerful aura of authority.
She reluctantly lifted her feet and walked over.
"Take it, swallow it."
Mi Yao looked up to see two small pills in the palm of his hand.
"What are these?"
"Birth control pills." The man uttered the simple words.
Mi Yao's pupils constricted, she suddenly remembered he had forced himself on her without protection, and he probably hadn't used any last night either.
"I was in a hurry this morning and forgot to give you the pills. A woman like you doesn't deserve to carry my child!" Feng Yueming said coldly.
Mi Yao almost burst out laughing and retorted, "You think I want to carry your child? Egocentric! And please remember, next time you're with a woman, remember to use protection, calling a man who makes a woman take birth control pills a scumbag!"
She snatched the pills and stuffed them all into her mouth.
Because she swallowed hastily, the pills got stuck in her throat.
Mi Yao doubled over, her hand on her chest, retching and uncomfortable to the point of tears.
She had a sensitive throat and had always disliked taking pills, she truly couldn't swallow them.
That year Gu Yunsheng was 18, and she had prepared a coming-of-age gift for him, a whole bottle of Wish Stars, all folded by her, and she had waited for him at the entrance of his school to give it to him.
But he hadn't come out to see her, and it started raining; she waited for him in the rain all afternoon, refusing to leave unless he came.
By evening, her body couldn't take it anymore, and she fainted right there in the rain. When she woke up the next day, she was in the hospital with her father by her side. She took medicine while crying from grievance, and as she cried, she kept throwing up. That day she tasted love for the first time—so bitter.
Remembering the past, Mi Yao felt even worse.
At that moment, a large hand started patting her back, the man bent down and handed her a glass of water, "Be careful, did you choke? If you can't swallow the pills, hold them in water for a while, let them dissolve before swallowing."
Mi Yao paused, quickly turned her head to look at the man beside her, "How do you know I can't swallow pills?"
Feng Yueming's hand froze mid-air, tension and reproach still in his eyes not yet retracted, her questioning made his finely sculpted facial features swiftly turn sharp as a blade's edge, he retorted, "Aren't you unable to swallow them now?"
Mi Yao realized, oh, right, she couldn't swallow the pills, and he had eyes to see.
"Drink the water." The man's tone turned awkward and stiff.