Autumn had already set in.
"Young Commander, shall I wake up Lady Mi?" Vice Officer Li asked from beside the door at that moment.
Feng Yueming immediately shot him an unhappy glance and said in a deep voice, "Keep it down!"
Vice Officer Li felt wronged… Just a while ago in the living room, who was it that insisted Lady Mi shouldn't sleep? And now, his lordship was telling him to be quiet, obviously not wanting to disturb Lady Mi, to let her continue sleeping.
Ah, the Young Commander's thoughts were indeed difficult to guess, and even if one did, it would be in vain.
Feng Yueming reached out, gently tucking the damp hair by Mi Yao's cheek behind her ear, revealing her palm-sized little face. Because of her restless sleep, her fan-like long eyelashes fluttered.