This night was dreamless, and the next day at dawn, Feng Yi began frantically playing dumb, asking, "Who am I? Where am I? Who are you, beautiful lady?"
Milly responded with a silent smile, her laughter particularly graceful. At this moment, her eyes, resembling beautiful pupils, were wide open, lifting her pointed chin, and staring unblinkingly at the man in front of her... She seemed mesmerized, her features radiating happiness.
Feng Yi: "What did I do last night?"
Milly pretended not to know: "Hee hee, I forgot."
"You're taking this step to spare me from embarrassment," Feng Yi rubbed his aching head, looking utterly miserable: "Hey, if you're going to make up a story, at least come up with a better excuse, it's sincere, right?"
"It is sincere, but I really didn't want to embarrass you."
"I didn't expect you to consider this much for me, what a silly excuse—Milly, why not just call me directly?"
