"I have no interest in seeing Su Zhishui. Go by yourself, and don't bother me—that's all I ask. I want to sleep... Ah!"
Mi Yao let out a sharp scream because just as she thought to turn around and head back to her bed, the next second her body was suspended in the air; the man had scooped her up sideways.
Annoyed, she reached up to grasp her long hair, her eyes turning red once again. What's gotten into her these past few days? Was it because he angered her that she constantly felt on the verge of tears?
She wasn't so fragile; she'd been tormented by him all the way here. If she cried every time he bullied her, her eyes would have long gone blind from weeping.
Yet these past few days, her tear glands had rapidly activated, red-rimmed and ready to cry at the slightest provocation.
"Feng Yueming, what on earth do you want to do? Please, I beg you, let me go back to sleep, okay? I'm truly very sleepy!"
