"Rejection is rejection, then. It's getting late; let's go to sleep." The man strode over with his long legs, sitting down at the edge of the bed as usual, and reached to pull back her blanket so he could lie down.
Mi Yao quickly pressed down on the corner of the blanket. "Commander Feng, what are you doing?"
Feng Yueming lifted his eyelids, gazing at her indifferently and then smiled with his lips slightly upturned, exceptionally elegant. "I granted your wish. Shouldn't you grant mine as well?"
"To have a son?" she asked.
"Yes." The man nodded gravely.
"I can't. Find someone else." Mi Yao rejected outright.
Feng Yueming instantly narrowed his eyes. He gave her an up and down glance, his gaze flippant and dismissive. "Mi Yao, I've been patient with you for a long time. You'd best know when to quit, huh?"
He felt justified now?
