Her tears suddenly gushed out like a river with a broken dam, dripping down one after another.
"Why are you crying? Were you beaten by my father?" Saying this, he wrinkled his eyebrows.
She shook her head, but the tears were still falling down.
He looked her up and down with the cigarette in his mouth, then he became more relaxed when he was sure that she hadn't been beaten, saying, "Don't cry."
She was crying for him, but he looked very relaxed, as if he hadn't just been beaten by his father, so she felt even more distressed and cried harder and harder.
"Sweetheart, did you want to get my attention just by crying like this?"
He made a joke to make her laugh. However, the more he pretended not to care, the more distressed she became, and the harder she cried.
"Sweetheart, I'm telling you that I don't know how to ease your emotions, but I know how to take you to bed."
