Chapter 117 Are You Mute?

Mi Yao hastily stood by the bed, while Feng Yueming frowned at her, "I asked you to bring dinner, why did you dawdle so long, Mi Yao? Did you eat by yourself behind my back?"

"I didn't!" Mi Yao blinked her innocent large eyes frantically waving her hands, "I didn't eat, I really didn't eat, my stomach is still empty."

"Then were you being lazy?"

"I wasn't either, I brought the dinner up as soon as I got it, I just… couldn't run, I only walked."

Mi Yao felt aggrieved, these past three days he had treated her like a personal maid, ordering her to do everything: prepare clothes, squeeze toothpaste, fetch documents, bring fruit… calling her countless times a day, never letting her rest.

She was utterly exhausted.

The girl was probably really tired; tiny beads of sweat appeared on the delicate beauty mark on her forehead, she stretched out her slender white hand to wipe it, then looked at him with a pair of pitiful big eyes.