An hour later, Feng Yueming withdrew from her.
He got out of bed and glanced sideways at the woman on the bed. Her eyes were hollow, staring at the crystal chandelier above, as if her eyeballs could no longer move.
Feng Yueming's mood didn't improve even a bit. With a cold voice, he said, "Beg me, or I'll leave you tied up like this for the night."
Mi Yao's hands were tied to the bedpost with a belt, but she slowly fluttered her eyelashes and then closed her eyes.
She refused to speak.
Feng Yueming's chilly gaze seemed to be edged with ice as he kneeled on one knee by the bed, patting her pale face, "Mi Yao, you don't have the power to defy me. Look at yourself, you look as if you've been violently abused. How about this, I'll take a photo and send it to your father..."
Mi Yao suddenly opened her eyes, terrified by his glance.