Mi Yao was pinned down, unable to move. She looked at the handsome and steady face before her and then spoke, "Feng Yueming, isn't it tiring, wavering between two women?"
Feng Yueming stared deeply at her, a cold smile playing on his lips, "Tiredness is only temporary. Give me some time, and I will deal with Su Zhishui."
"Ha, don't deceive yourself. Su Zhishui can't be dealt with. She will cling to you for life, no matter in what way she does so, I will not accept it."
"So?"
Mi Yao offered a slow smile, "You should be the one to say what 'so' entails. If I say let's break up or decide to find another man in the future, you surely wouldn't agree. If pushed into a corner, you might even imprison and torture me."
"Hm," Feng Yueming bent down and kissed her cheek again. His lips were devoid of any warmth, as cold as the edge of a knife. "As long as you know."
