rong yan cried silently, wetting liancheng yazhi's chest.
He glared at her in disgust, as if he wanted to kick her off the bed at any time, but the truth was that he did not move her away at all.
Rong Yan cried for half an hour before she stopped. After she stopped crying, she leaned against his chest and fell asleep quietly.
her wet eyelashes, tear-streaked face, and slightly pale skin made her look so fragile that she couldn't even withstand a single blow.
This kind of face made Liancheng Yazhi's heart ache a little, but he didn't like it. He still preferred the Rong Yan who was shouting at him.
After looking at her for a while, he finally let go of her and stood up. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He picked up a towel and soaked it with warm water. He wiped away all the tears on his chest and face.
After that, he went out and sat to the side, wiping all the tears off Rong Yan's face.
