The girl pretended to be innocent and cute, her fan-like slender eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Feng Yueming felt as if a feather had gently brushed across the lake of his heart, creating ripples.
How much she made him ache now.
"Heh." He squeezed a hoarse chuckle from his throat, really wanting to lean down and kiss her, to capture her cherry-colored lips.
But he restrained himself, and did not do that.
Because if he did, she would definitely slap him.
...
Feng Yueming carried Mi Yao out of the hospital's main entrance when Huangfu Jianchen and Li Qianrui came up to them, looking anxiously at Mi Yao, "Yaoyao, are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Mi Yao curled her lips into a soft smile, then, lifting her eyelids, she scolded the man, "Put me down!"
Feng Yueming felt displeased. They were all people, so why was her attitude toward others so different?
She smiled at others and yelled at him, turning her face faster than flipping a book.
"Can you walk now?"
"Yes!"
