Huangfu Jianxu didn't catch up, and Mi Yao stretched out her little hand to pat her own chest. "That was a close one..."
Feng Yueming looked at her and his tone was a bit sarcastic, "Now you know what fear is?"
Mi Yao thought for a moment, then earnestly answered, "In my view, the Crown Prince is not like you. At least he's a 'gentleman', his status is there for all to see, and he could have any woman he wants, so he wouldn't do something like taking a woman by force. Moreover, I see very clearly that the Crown Prince is not interested in... women, but in... you. I just dumped you, so he finds the idea of winning me over amusing and challenging."
Feng Yueming snorted, "Huangfu Jianxu and I are not the same. His status is so high that he looks down on any woman. Are you saying that I should not?"
Mi Yao was slightly surprised. Was Lord Feng... feeling proud?
"You should like... beautiful women, right?"
