A Nightmare?
Was it true that only those with a guilty conscience felt fear, Wang Cuiqin subconsciously glanced around.
Mi Yao sat on a bench, her gaze directed straight at Feng Yueming, "Commander Feng, I think you're really a squeezing machine. Before you squeezed my body, and now you even start to squeeze my blood, huh, you people really have grand imaginations. Whether I give Su Zhishui a blood transfusion or not, you should ask whether I'm willing. If you force me, I'll yell right now and let everyone watch, watch how you bully others by abusing your power."
Feng Yueming stared deeply at the girl before him; in his eyes was a mix of complex emotions—anger, pain, pity, and heartache, "What do you want?"
She didn't outright refuse; she was about to negotiate terms.
Mi Yao grinned, "I can give Su Zhishui a blood transfusion, but I have one condition."
