What did he mean by that?
Mi Yao turned her head, looking at him suspiciously. Soon, she curled up the corners of her lips. "Feng Yueming, do you still want to be with me?"
His tone just now had categorized her as a lover and Su Zhishui as a sister.
Feng Yueming glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. The woman's clear eyes shone brightly, both expectant and smug as she looked at him.
"Feng Yueming, let me ask you again, do you like me or not?"
Feng Yueming still did not answer.
Mi Yao grew anxious, "Hey, if you like me, just say it, I won't laugh at you!"
The man continued in silence.
Annoyed, Mi Yao turned her head to look out of the window. His reflection appeared on the gleaming car window, city neon lights casting countless golden glows on his face, making him… extremely handsome.
A ripple of emotions stirred in Mi Yao's heart. She sat up straight, then slowly leaned in, draping her snow-white, delicate arms like lotus stalks over his broad shoulders.
