"Don't scream anymore! Otherwise, I'll force you!" Feng Yueming threatened softly because the more she screamed, the more excited he became. Did she not realize she was calling out to him…
Mi Yao wouldn't listen to him, the more he forbade her from screaming, the more she wanted to scream. Underneath him, she called out another man's name, and if he had any pride, it should have been shattered.
"Brother Sheng, where are you, I miss you so much, sob, Brother Sheng…" Mi Yao clutched her clothing, her delicate shoulders trembling as she cried, continuing to sweetly call out for Brother Sheng. Feng Yueming felt like she was seducing his very soul away.
He reached out with his large hand to press her small head against his chest, his thin lips lingering by her ear, softly asking, "Why are you crying? I'm not dead, am I? I'm here, I'm here."
He said, I'm here…
Suddenly, Mi Yao raised her eyes to the man above her, forgetting to cry. What had he just said?
