"Wah!" Lai Jiayi backed off and hurried to shift her butt away from Zhao Yang. The girl looked at the guy as if he was a terrible monster.
'Boss, why are you so dense?! Like– how could you casually wipe my tears and– '
Lai Jiayi's face flushed red. Her heart started to thump loudly again, disturbing her peace.
Seeing Lai Jiayi like this, Zhao Yang's hand paused mid-air again. His eyes widened a bit before he retracted his hand.
'Ah, I forgot. Again.' The man touched his forehead and sighed. 'Now I scare her.'
"...I can't help it." Zhao Yang lowered his head and also tried to maintain a certain distance with the girl.
'I'm so used to taking care of Zhao Yun. Now, I also see her like that rascal. This is bad.'
Zhao Yang subconsciously touched his bangle to hide his embarrassment.
