Mi Yao's steps froze, and then she turned to look at the man, "What do you mean?"
Feng Yueming looked at her, slowly revealing a sneer, "When I went to rescue you, Feng Zhengyu told me that your body was exceedingly enchanting."
Mi Yao gasped in shock, voicing her astonishment, "Feng Zhengyu said that? He's lying; he never laid a finger on me! Yes, I admit he indeed had intentions of violating me, but Miao Erlan arrived just in time, and he didn't succeed. I am innocent..."
"Heh." Feng Yueming chuckled lightly, "Mi Yao, you know very well what the situation was back then."
He had decided she was tarnished by Feng Zhengyu?
"Feng Yueming, I understand now—you chose Zhuo Ying because you think I was defiled by Feng Zhengyu, is that it?"
Feng Yueming pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Alright, I know the answer," Mi Yao nodded, then smiled wryly, "I was wrong; I misjudged you."
She ran off on her slender legs.
