Feng Yueming's expression changed, and Mi Yao realized she had overreacted, but she couldn't control herself, everyone has their first impulse.
"Commander Feng, I..."
"Shut up!" Feng Yueming covered her frail body with the blanket in his hand, "Don't speak, your words irritate me!"
Mi Yao obediently closed her mouth, withdrew her gaze, then turned over and continued to sleep by the edge of the bed.
Feng Yueming lay beside her, stretched out his strong arm, and pulled her delicate body into his embrace, "Aren't you afraid of falling off?"
Mi Yao shook her head, "No... Commander Feng, you're holding me too tight, I can't breathe well..."
"Then just suffocate," Feng Yueming said viciously.
Mi Yao, ...