Feng Yueming refused to let go; the disparity in strength between men and women was vast. He held her on his lap like a little girl, affectionately kissing her while inhaling the pleasant fragrance of her body. Absent-mindedly, he responded, "I can't control you, but I only want a son."
Mi Yao had spoken those words about "preferring sons over daughters" offhandedly, but now she felt she was right. Did he truly prefer sons?
What kind of feudal mindset was this?
"Commander Feng, you discriminate against women. Weren't you born of a woman?"
Feng Yueming furrowed his brows; his broad, slender palm cradled her small face. He began kissing her from the forehead, his voice low and seductive, "Let's not discuss this issue any further. I've said I only want a son—let's try right now, see if we can strike it lucky. I have a very high success rate!"
The man was quite conceited. Mi Yao quickly stopped his further advances, "Feng Yueming!"
