He suddenly remembered many years ago when she was still naive, always running after him, calling "Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng." At that time, her body began to develop, her chest becoming round and her buttocks turning perky. Years of dancing made her palm-wide waist as fragile as a willow, constantly swaying in front of him, to the point where he felt somewhat abnormal.
That's why he rarely wore form-fitting pants, fearing others would notice his embarrassment and improper thoughts.
Mi Yao, how many years had he thought of her...
...
Feng Yueming entered the shower to take a cold bath, and when he came out, he stiffened completely.
Mi Yao had disappeared from the bed once again.
His exceptionally handsome face darkened, his sharp, narrow eyes immediately scanning the room, "Mi Yao!"
He called for her.
With the experience from last time, he wouldn't panic again so easily; the doors and windows were intact, she certainly hadn't left, she must be hiding again.
