"..."
Luo Qiangwei immediately backed away, although there was nowhere to hide against the chair back, she still tried to maintain her retreat, reaching out to push him away, "You should go attend to your things... Ah."
Her freshly burnt hand couldn't withstand such movement, causing the woman's small face to suddenly crinkle with pain.
"Luo Qiangwei!" Mo Shiche's usually indifferent and cool handsome face also turned angry, he forcibly caught her and made her sit on his lap, pinching her chin so she couldn't turn her face away, "Try being stubborn with me again and see what happens? Don't force me to do this here, cooperate nicely with me for the medicine, it's your own hand."
Startled by his shout, Luo Qiangwei blanked out for a few seconds, then tears once again started to fall.
Even more fiercely than before.
Mo Shiche, "..."
So there's no reasoning with women, especially those who usually seem tough and unbreakable, but whose tears could melt a person when they cried.
