He noticeably lessened the strength in his hand, his fingertips gently brushing away her tears, his tone unexpectedly soft, "Jiaojiao..."
She held her breath, then shouted at the top of her voice, "Yan Sihan, you big jerk! I hate you! I despise you!"
"I was wrong, my dear, don't cry," he grasped her hand, the man usually so unpredictable now gently coaxing, "I've hurt Jiaojiao, but Jiaojiao has returned."
"Returned what? Every time I cry out in pain, you bastard, you charge like a mad bull! Waaa..." Perhaps the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved Lin Jiaojiao felt, and she broke into tears again.
"My dear, I was wrong, I'll be more gentle from now on, alright?"
"No! Don't come near me again!"
"No way!"
"Wuu..." Lin Jiaojiao choked on her sense of injustice, her nose turned embarrassingly red, and then, unable to hold it in any longer, she burst out crying.
