Mi Yao tilted her swan-like neck, his scalding breath invaded her delicate skin, sending an electric current through her entire body. She bit her moist lips.
Feng Yueming kissed her fragrant, soft lips with tender love, "Mi Yao, are you trying to provoke me?"
"What?" Mi Yao cocked her head, puzzled.
"Give me one more chance, I will make you..."
"Get lost!"
"..."
The discussion ended unhappily, and the carriage quickly fell silent. Feng Yueming softly looked at the woman; he knew she had emotional scars. She had once relied on medication to be intimate with him, but now she refused his touch.
Some psychological shadows needed time to heal.
"Yaoyao, I'm sorry..."
What good was sorry when they had been through so much? She couldn't forget.
But he was Gu Yunsheng.
Mi Yao looked at him with watery eyes; those shiny, narrow eyes were Gu Yunsheng's. She had felt they looked familiar the moment she first saw them.
