Mi Yao quickly realized what the substance she smelled was. In her embarrassment and anger, she turned around and swung her little hand, delivering a slap to the man's face.
"Slap," the sound was crisp and pleasant.
Huai Fu Yueming's handsome face was knocked askew. He narrowed his eyes dangerously and then extended his strong arm to grasp her soft waist, hoisting her directly over his shoulder.
Mi Yao's lower abdomen was uncomfortably pressed against his sturdy shoulder as she clenched her fist, pounding on him, "Huai Fu Yueming, what are you doing? Put me down this instant!"
The next second, she found herself flung into the soft expanse of the large bed.
She grabbed a handful of the comforter, trying to slip away.
But the man was one step ahead, pinning her down. He flipped the comforter over both of them, blocking out the light outside. All he could smell was her fragrant scent.
"Who was that man?" He asked with a menacing tone.
