Chapter 50 You're Holding Me Too Tight

Feng Yueming found it amusing—the woman seemed to enjoy playing dumb. Surely she knew what he was doing.

"Mi Yao, you need to behave, your father even said you must try your best to do the work well."

That's not what dad meant. How could he be so sleazy?

"Feng Yueming... ah!"

...

An hour later, Feng Yueming carried Mi Yao out and gently placed her on a chair, "Eat up, aren't you hungry?"

Mi Yao glanced at the table in front of her, which was covered with five or six dishes, all looking delicious and skillfully prepared by a chef.

She didn't want to eat.

Today, he had tormented her twice, and her body no longer felt like her own, aching all over like it had been run over by a wheel. She felt so exhausted; all she wanted was to sleep.

"Why aren't you eating?" Feng Yueming, dressed in a black silk bathrobe, looked at her displeased.

Mi Yao shook her head, lacking even the strength to speak, "I don't have an appetite..."