"Who's crying!" As soon as Yu Jingrong said this, real tears started falling. Between sobs, she complained, "I saw you chatting happily with another woman. I didn't mean to bother you, so when you brushed me off, I ran away in case you disliked me."
Her words were said in a soft adoring tone. Is there an underlying hint of jealousy?
Chengyun felt a sudden surge of joy at this, swift and exhilarating, like a heady rush of liquor.
However, his face darkened immediately. What did she mean by chatting happily with another woman? Mo Liusha had been pestering him, leaving him feeling irritated. He didn't know where she got the idea that he was happy from.
But when he thought about how Mo Liusha had briefly spoken to Yu Jingrong before coming to him with her intentions, his heart melted instantly.
He noticed Yu Jingrong was biting her own lip hard, to the point her lower lip was blood-filled. He gently rubbed his thumb over her bitten lip. "Stop biting," he said.
