Mi Yao felt a chill run down her spine. What was he saying?
"Feng Zhengyu, are you even human? I'm pregnant now, the baby is more than five months along, and you actually want to..."
"Yaoyao, you're mine! Right now, I'm just taking back what belongs to me. You really have been occupied by Feng Yueming for far too long!" After speaking, Feng Zhengyu hugged her tightly, then leaned down to kiss her lips.
"Get lost, don't touch me!" Mi Yao turned her head to avoid him, refusing his kiss. She punched him forcefully, trying to push him away.
Suddenly, her body was swept into the air—Feng Zhengyu had lifted her horizontally into his arms.
Soon, she was laid on the bed, and Feng Zhengyu was on top of her, starting to pull at her dress.
"Ah," Mi Yao let out a piercing scream, struggling fiercely. "Feng Zhengyu—get out, don't touch me with your filthy hands. I will never forgive you for this!"
