Jiang Xiurong suddenly seemed to understand what Wang Deming was trying to say.
She understood why he was angry with her after listening to his words. She did not know how to respond as she started biting her lips while listening to his words.
Her head was still resting on his chest. As he spoke, his chest rumbled and Jiang Xiurong could feel every vibration through the contact of their skins.
She could simultaneously listen to his heart beating as her ears were placed exactly on the top of his heart.
As she continued listening to Wang Deming, Jiang Xiurong extended her arms so that she could hold his waist. With every word he spoke, her grip on him tightened as he went closer into his arms.
Her hands reached behind his back as she successfully squeezed all his waist into her arms while she inhaled his scent to calm herself so that the guilt that was accumulating in her could contain inside.
