"You died, and I didn't run off with another man, I even fed you my blood. Back in ancient times, shouldn't I have been awarded a medal for chastity and valor?"
Feng Yueming's complexion came to a standstill, "What?"
"What what, Feng Yueming, you usually carry yourself so proud and alert, but the moment I say I fed you blood, you cower?" While speaking, Mi Yao stretched out her small hands to brace on the bedside, struggling to get up. This man was too lacking in decency. She had already fallen to the ground and couldn't get up, yet he did nothing but yell and not pull her up, what a farce.
Mi Yao humphed, "Feng Yueming, I'm telling you, you better behave yourself. If you make me angry, don't even think about me feeding you blood again... Ah!"
She was about to get up when suddenly a large palm reached over and grasped her delicate wrist and gave it a tug, causing her to topple and sit down hard on the ground.
