"Are you just going to sit here instead of putting on your gloves and punching the bag?" Jun asked, gently pushing Zhang Hei's head away from his stomach.
Zhang Hei had previously buried his face in Jun's stomach, successfully hiding the tears that were falling from his eyes. He then hurriedly used his hand to wipe them away so that Jun couldn't see that he was crying.
"I don't feel like it," Zhang Hei replied, not looking at the young man standing in front of him.
"Nonsense," Jun commented. "You usually come here when you're in a bad mood, and you usually punch the bag to vent it. Now you're in a bad mood but don't want to vent it even though you're already here?"
"…" Zhang Hei finally looked at Jun, but he didn't say anything.
At this point, Jun knew that he had hit the mark, and he grinned triumphantly before turning around and walking toward the corner of the room.
