This was his way; Leng Zimo announced his ownership of Luo Xiaoqian in this special manner.
He just didn't like to see her cry, especially not for another man.
She was his; how could she shed tears over some other man!
As he held her, he patted her back like soothing a child.
Even through her clothes, the warmth from his palm seeped in.
The hurt and pain in Luo Xiaoqian's heart seemed to be gradually dried and cleansed by his embrace and warmth.
Noticing his fingers starting to become restless, Luo Xiaoqian's body shivered, and she hastily raised her hand to push his fingers away.
"Don't!"
They were in a car now.
"Didn't you say you wanted to spend quality time with me?"
Leng Zimo thought she was rejecting him again and, staring into her eyes, he asked in a deep voice.
"I didn't mean..." Luo Xiaoqian dared not meet his gaze, "I mean, here... it's not possible!"
They were in a car, with a driver sitting in the front seat. She didn't have that kind of courage!
