Feng Yueming's entire heart felt like it was melting. He spoke softly, "Not yet, it's still early morning. Continue to sleep."
Vice Officer Li was speechless. Where had the Young Commander's ruthlessness gone? Outside, the sun was shining brightly, yet here he was, not blinking an eye while coaxing the girl with a lie.
"Oh." Mi Yao closed her eyes, but slowly knit her brows and puckered her soft cheeks. "Why do I smell a scent of blood? It's so unpleasant..."
Feng Yueming gently placed her on the large bed and then hid his bleeding right palm behind his back. "There's no scent of blood; you must be mistaken."
"Is your hand... injured?" Mi Yao blinked her sleepy eyes, looking at him in a daze.
Feng Yueming's eyes were so tender they seemed to overflow with gentleness. He leaned in and gently brushed his lips against her delicate cheek, reluctant to leave. "If I said it is, would you bandage it for me?"
