"Mi Yao, are you really dating Huangfu Jianchen?"
"We're both single, and Jianchen has such great prospects, is it so strange that we're dating?"
Feng Yueming stretched out his large hand, gripping her slender white wrist and flung her against the wall, then pressed up to her, pinning her between the wall and his chest. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at her, "I won't allow it!"
"Heh, Feng Yueming, what right do you have? You just got back from shopping for clothes with Su Zhishui and now you're trying to control me. Does Su Zhishui know about this? Aren't you afraid she'll harm herself again?"
Feng Yueming's handsome face contorted fiercely as he suddenly bent down and sealed her mouth with his.
"Ugh!" Mi Yao quickly pushed him away, then raised her hand and gave him a firm slap.
The sound of the slap was clean and decisive.
