Nanny Fu brought over the milk, eggs, and an assortment of pastries at this time. Seeing her master like this, Nanny Fu covered her mouth to suppress a chuckle.
Mi Yao's face turned a bit red, and she squirmed, "Commander Feng, what are you doing? Everyone is looking. Can you put me down?"
"I cannot. Let them look if they want to," Feng Yueming asserted dominantly.
Mi Yao stopped struggling, but her body stiffened gradually in his embrace.
"Drink the milk first." Feng Yueming brought the milk to her lips and personally fed her.
Mi Yao noticed that his right hand was wrapped in gauze, as though he was injured.
She vaguely remembered smelling the scent of blood on his hand in the wee hours and then binding up his wound...
Mi Yao said nothing, didn't resist the milk, nor did she concern herself with his injury, as she drank down the cup of milk guided by his hand.
"Eat an egg now." Feng Yueming encircled her, peeling an egg for her.
