The text message was sent, but it sank like a stone without a trace; he did not respond.
Mi Yao even doubted whether he had seen it.
That evening, after having dinner and a bath, Mi Yao went to bed early. In her hazy sleep, she felt someone pressing down on her.
She woke up immediately. The room was very dark with no lights on, but she recognized at once that the man on top of her was Feng Yueming. He had been drinking; she could smell the alcohol.
Her fear returned instantly. On that night in the basement, he had been drunk and tormented her fiercely, causing her to bleed profusely and breaking her right leg.
There was an itching on her face as he pressed down on her, covering her small cheeks with kisses. Mi Yao immediately clenched her fists and pounded on him, "Feng Yueming, what are you doing, let go!"
Her punches felt like tickling to him, and Feng Yueming cursed vulgarly, "Damn it, what's the use of keeping you if you won't allow kisses or touches, huh?"
