Chapter 85 The Things We Didn't Finish Last Night

She still didn't understand how she had gotten involved with such a "Demon"?

Mi Yao gently moved her body, trying to leave his embrace.

But as soon as she moved, the strong arm wrapped around her slender waist tightened forcefully, and a lazy, slightly hoarse voice sounded above her head, "Awake?"

Mi Yao lowered her beautiful eyelids, "Mhm."

"Sleep a little longer," Feng Yueming stroked her hair.

He had only gone to bed in the early morning, spending the night rubbing her belly until her furrowed brows relaxed; therefore, he wanted her to sleep with him a little longer.

Mi Yao placed her small hand against his chest, "Commander Feng, you sleep. I'll get up and help you prepare your clothes."

Feng Yueming slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms.

His complexion wasn't great, as if she had said something that angered him, but he held back from exploding and half-smiled as he watched her with narrowed eyes, "It seems your strength has recovered."