Her nerves had been tense to the point of snapping, but deep down there was only icy sarcasm and suppressed anger, no grievances. Facing hostility and malice with grievances would only accelerate her collapse, so she simply had no time for grievances.
But when the man's fingers touched her cheek, her eyes blinked, and tears surged out.
Typically, straight men are frightened of women crying, especially their own women. Mo Shiqian looked down at her eyelashes dampened by tears, his sword-like brows silently furrowing even more intensely, as his other hand pulled her into his embrace, his arm circling her waist, drawing her into his chest.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, but she cried silently, burying her head completely in the man's chest.
Gently patting her head with his palm, Mo Shiqian then raised his dark, ink-like eyes, smiling yet not smiling as he addressed Fang Shao, "Did you say that you've slept with her?"
