Mo Yesi carried Qiao Mianmian out of the bathroom.
Her eyes were red and filled with tears. She glared at Mo Yesi.
Mo Yesi coaxed her with a low and gentle voice. "Baby, it was my fault. It's painful to see you cry.
"Swollen eyes don't look good on you."
Qiao Mianmian did not reply but continued glaring at him.
This silence was worse than her crying. Mo Yesi didn't know what he should do.
But he knew that he went overboard this time.
So, he was quick to admit his mistake and apologize. "It's my fault. Please hit or scold me. You can do anything you want, but please stop crying.
"Good girl, don't cry anymore.
"What must I do for you to forgive me?"
Thinking back on how badly he bullied her, she didn't want to forgive him that easily.
She rolled her eyes and gave him a sly look.
"Well, since you said it, I can do anything I want?"
Mo Yesi nodded. "Yes."
