She had pouted twice today.
Feng Yueming lowered his gaze and kissed her red lips.
"Umm, Commander Feng..."
"Cut the chatter, let me kiss you first; once I've had my fill, I'll let you go!"
...
The next morning, Mi Yao was driven to school by the chauffeur.
Today she had wrapped a silk scarf around her neck; last night, Feng Yueming had held her in the shower for a long time, entwining her so thoroughly that the strawberry kiss marks reached even her pink neck, which would have certainly been noticeable to her classmates if she hadn't worn the scarf.
Last night, she clutched her belly, crying out in pain, never thinking such an act could help her dodge a bullet. Mi Yao felt like she'd been reborn after a catastrophe, and at the same time, she had discovered a secret: Feng Yueming seemed to prefer softness over hardness.
When she blinked at him and coquettishly whined, his attitude softened.
