บท 17: Chapter 17: Who's Better, Me or Feng Zhengyu?
Feng Yueming wrapped his strong arms around her soft waist, which was so slender and pleasant to the touch that he couldn't resist squeezing it twice, "I'm warning you to stop moving, understand?"
Mi Yao immediately halted, for she sensed his reaction.
She glared at him with clear black-and-white pupils.
That look in her eyes was so innocently piercing to a man, Feng Yueming pressed her waist against his body, bringing them tightly together.
In a good mood, he answered her previous question, "Among the thousands of sources, I only seek one ladle to drink."
She had asked him why he kept holding onto her, and he replied with that line.
Mi Yao wasn't vain enough to think he was confessing to her. She simply felt a chill, realizing he was truly not letting her go. She didn't understand how she had offended him.
She heard he had just returned; did he come back just to torment her?
Why?
Mi Yao gazed at his handsome face. From such a close distance, his features appeared flawlessly refined. He looked deeply at her, curling his lips to whisper sweet nothings, still the powerful and prestigious man he was, the kind any girl would swoon and scream over.
Why had he set his sights on her?
She was just an ordinary girl.
"Feng Yueming, I've already taken the medicine, let me go now. If my aunt goes to look for me in the room, we'll be discovered," Mi Yao pushed him.
"I might consider letting you go, but first, you must answer my question."
"What question?"
"Between me and Feng Zhengyu, who is better?"
Why would he ask that?
Although she didn't like Feng Zhengyu, he was already dead; there was no need to humiliate a dead man.
"Feng Yueming, what on earth are you trying to do? You already cuckolded Feng Zhengyu, he was your brother, don't go too far!"
"Protecting him?" Feng Yueming narrowed his dangerous eyes.
His gaze darkened as he reached to lift her skirt.
"Don't!" Mi Yao swiftly pressed down his hand.
"So do you want to change your answer?" he pressed her maliciously.
Mi Yao felt she was going to be driven mad by him, her sense of shame repeatedly violated. Her small hands gripped his robe, gradually curling up as she resignedly whispered, "You're good, you're incredible, you're the best in the world, okay?"
Feng Yueming watched her desperate attempt to escape, scooping her up in a horizontal carry.
Lifted off the ground, Mi Yao was startled; he was already carrying her towards the large bed in the room, and her fear spiked, "Feng Yueming, what are you trying to do, let me go, let me go right now!"
Feng Yueming tossed her onto the soft, large bed.
Her delicate back pressing into the mattress, Mi Yao tried to get up using both hands and feet, but it was too late. The man used three fingers to pin her fragrant shoulders down, forcibly holding her in place.
"Ah!" Mi Yao cried out as though she couldn't breathe, beating at him uncontrollably, "Feng Yueming, don't touch me, you promised you would let me go. You are the Young Commander, you can't break your word!"
Feng Yueming easily subdued her flailing legs, then bent down to kiss her thin, red cheeks, "I only said I'd consider it, I didn't promise you."
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