Chapter 172: Who Did You Learn This From?

Xiao Meng, who had fallen to the ground...

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Lanzhu Residence.

Feng Yueming laid Mi Yao on the soft bed. He stretched out his hand to brush aside the hair from her delicate forehead, the place she had bumped on the coffee table was already swollen and red.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Mi Yao shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."

"Commander Feng, the ice is here." At this moment, Nanny Fu entered, handing Feng Yueming a wet towel wrapped around ice cubes to reduce the swelling.

Feng Yueming took the wet towel and gently applied it to the swollen area on her forehead.

"I'll do it myself." Mi Yao avoided his fingers, taking the wet towel to apply it herself.

Feng Yueming's large hand stiffened in the air before dropping to his side, as he looked down from above at her small face.

Though thinner, her features were still delicate and beautiful. Her small lips lacked color, but there was a faint pink lushness to them, like the petals of peach blossoms.