Mi Yao was still in a drowsy sleep, rolling off his strong arms. She curled up on the edge of the bed, far away from him.
Feng Yueming's chest was heaving. If he wasn't afraid of scaring her, he would definitely kick the bedside cabinet beside him, his big hand clenched into a fist, but he held back.
"Fine, no more hiding, Mi Yao, I'll go sleep outside." He completely compromised.
The girl was still in dreamland.
Feng Yueming reached over to tuck her in, left a lamp on, and then he walked out of the room.
...
"Young Commander, Young Commander, wake up," Vice Officer Li called to the man in the backseat.
Feng Yueming slowly opened his eyes; he had just dozed off, and now his eyes were filled with tired red veins from that brief nap.
"Young Commander, what's wrong, haven't you been sleeping these past few days?" Vice Officer Li asked with concern.
