Going to school?
Feng Yueming furrowed his brows and didn't speak.
Mi Yao extended both her small hands, proactively buttoning up his shirt. She softened her voice as much as she could, pleading gently, "Commander Feng, let me... continue to go to school. I won't make any more mistakes. I will never again have contact with other boys. I belong to you, I will only serve you."
Feng Yueming looked down at the woman who was a head shorter than himself. Whether it was due to nervousness or innocence, her delicate cheeks were suffused with a pink hue. As her slender fingers buttoned his shirt, they brushed against his robust muscles. Although it was a brief touch, it was enough to make his breathing grow heavier.
Feng Yueming watched her with burning eyes, enchantingly smiling, "A honey trap?"
