After taking two steps, his sleeve was tugged by a small pale hand. Lu Shaoming stopped in his tracks. He knew that she would not bear to leave him like this. Both of his hands were in his pockets, he proudly stuck up his defined sharp chin and said, "Ning Qing, let me warn you. If you dare to do this to me again, I would not have such good temper anymore. I will let it go this time. I will forgive you temporarily, you…"
He glanced sideways to look towards her. With this glance, he froze. She was looking at him with tears in her eyes. She was crying. Lu Shaoming panicked immediately. He took his hands out of his pockets and wanted to wipe away her tears, but when he thought that she despised the perfume scent on his body, he could only stop himself. He did not know why he was behaving so crazily. Why did he put on cologne? He never used stuff like that.
