At first, she merely glared in embarrassment, but his grip was too strong, and when she realized she couldn't struggle free, she changed her tactics and her eyes filled with tears.
Actually, before she got together with Xie Mingcheng, Xing Xiaojiu hadn't cried for many years. Now, she didn't even know why but she could cry at the drop of a hat, as foolish as a lovelorn Xiaoyan heroine. Once she fell in love, it was disastrous—if she wasn't careful, a sense of grievance would well up within her.
Ever since she was little, she had been a girl who was pampered. Deep down, perhaps she was inherently delicate.
In the past few years, without a man's love, she had no choice but to armor herself, always appearing in the guise of a strong woman. But now, in front of the man she liked, she had found his soft spot and indulged in her affectations with all her might.
Deep down, she knew that she just wanted his affection, and she liked to see him looking silly and truly bewildered.
