She just stared at him that way, without saying a word.
Teardrops rolled down her thick, long eyelashes, and in a blink of an eye, they fell down onto her delicate and lovely face.
Mo Yesi never felt anything towards a woman's tears.
He would even feel annoyed.
If someone tried to win his pity with tears, it would only be counterproductive.
Even Yan Shaoqing had said numerous times that his heart was made of stone, too cold and too hard.
No woman could warm it.
But at this moment, Mo Yesi felt that he was not immune to women's tears.
Looking at the girl with red eyes in his arms and a face of grievance and accusation, he felt a bit distressed.
Almost without any hesitation, he apologized. "You cried? Is it because you think I suspected you? Baby, I'm sorry, I take back all I just said. Just treat it as I said nothing. Don't be angry at me, okay?"
Mo Yesi never knew what it was like to panic.
