"I'm not heartless, but there is a very realistic problem between us, I can't let you touch me, do you want a platonic relationship with me?"
Feng Yueming hooked the corner of his lips darkly, then tossed the rose to the ground and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
Mi Yao felt her lower abdomen pressing against his shoulder, painfully so, as she was thrown into the soft bedding.
The world went dark as the man covered her.
His breath became heavy and aggressive, like the breathing of a wild beast, Mi Yao's small hands clenched the sheets tightly, her body tense as a rock, as she dared not even blink her eyes, listening to the ceiling.
Feng Yueming propped up his arm; he looked into the woman's eyes, her beautiful, clear gaze now filled with fear and emptiness, a manifestation of extreme terror.
He felt... defeated.
"Is it over?" Mi Yao asked.
