Qiao Mu pouted in grievance. " I just wanted to say that I'm hungry. "
As if she was deliberately torturing him, her big eyes glistened with tears as soon as she finished speaking.
Li Yan felt a headache coming on. Since when did this little fellow like to cry so much?
In the past, when she was sad, she refused to cry to him and pretended to be strong. But now, she was fine!
It was said that women were made of water. Indeed, it was true. Her tears really flowed endlessly. They came and stopped as she said so.
Did she think that she was a faucet?
Li Yan helplessly pulled her up from the chair and sat down. He pressed her onto his lap and pressed her face against his chest. The little woman consciously rubbed her face against his clothes to wipe away the tears that had yet to fall.
His clothes were already dirty from her tears.
