"Oh."
Mi Yao responded but didn't know what else to say. He seemed to know about Ruo Ling and Jianchen, but he hadn't told her. Given that, she figured she didn't need to ask any more questions.
"Then, do you... have something on your mind? If not, I'm going to sleep." She glanced at him; the atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.
Feng Yueming watched her awkwardness and slowly curled the corners of his lips.
He smiled?
What was he smiling at?
Mi Yao reached out and closed the door directly.
However, a large hand reached out, propping the door open, and the man's voice was a low sigh, "Yaoyao, aside from Ah Ling and Huangfu Jianchen, do we have nothing else to talk about? Why is it that every other woman wants to keep me, yet you're always trying to push me away?"
