The romantic expression on Lian Jing's face vanished. He straightened slightly, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, and sat by the bed silently.
Shen Yin raised her arm and pushed him. Seeing that he did not react, she clutched her stomach and cried out in pain.
Lian Jing's heart softened when she said "ouch" for the second time. He sighed, changed his clothes, and pulled her into his arms again. He hugged her from behind and massaged her lower abdomen. "Fu Ting has learned how to put on a good act. You have to stay away from him."
"That's why you should tell me what exactly happened back then. Only then can I understand a little more, or I won't understand when you are fighting." Shen Yin raised her chin and looked at him earnestly. She held his face and purred at him like a kitten.
In order to increase her sense of security, Lian Jing finally relaxed and slowly told her about the past.
