Feng Yueming raised his eyes and immediately saw Mi Yao standing on the staircase.
Mi Yao wore an elegant light purple dress, her long black hair pinned up, revealing a delicate rosy neck and small white earlobes. She had no extravagant accessories on her, yet her appearance stunned Feng Yueming, a spark of amazement flickering in his eyes.
"Lady Mi, would you give us a twirl so that Commander Feng can have a good look?"
A twirl?
The thought felt to her like women in KTVs being inspected by men, it sent a chill down Mi Yao's spine. But since the people around her asked, she acquiesced, turning around twice, even forcing a smile for Feng Yueming.
Feng Yueming had been in a good mood. But upon seeing her perfunctory, pale smile, the warmth in his eyes quickly frosted over. If he wasn't mistaken, there was a hint of mockery and self-deprecation in her smile.
"Very beautiful," he remarked, his thin lips parting.