So even if Liu Lu hadn't made a sound just now, had he hugged her again, he would have noticed she wasn't Mi Yao.
"Mi Yao, I'll allow you to be proud for a moment."
Proud?
Mi Yao had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.
In Feng Yueming's eyes, Mi Yao's comment about Liu Lu having a good figure felt like a top student who scored first in the class again, yet humbly said, "My grades are not as good as so-and-so's." If that wasn't pride, what was?
"Commander Feng, just now... what were you doing with Liu Lu? I saw that you... had quite the reaction?" Mi Yao asked, her curiosity piqued.
Feng Yueming stiffened; he didn't want to remember the recent events at all. He had hugged Liu Lu, spoken flirtatious words to her, and even became a bit flustered around her.
Thinking this, Feng Yueming wished he could wash himself several more times.
"I didn't do anything. She threw herself at me, and I just pushed her away." Feng Yueming lied through his teeth.
