Like a child with no sense of security.
Lu Nancheng took a deep breath, struggling to calm the fury in his chest.
He walked up to her, bent down to pull the bedding lower, and was about to speak when Ran Tong suddenly turned around.
Despite her swift movement, he still saw.
His large hand quickly and stiffly turned her face back to him.
When he saw the clear teardrops under her eyelashes, his heart clenched abruptly.
His hand froze.
After a long while, he finally spoke, "Why are you crying?"
Ran Tong didn't speak, still with her eyes closed.
The next second, Lu Nancheng bent down his head.
Ran Tong felt her lips covered, and when she reached out, she couldn't push him away at all.
"Let go... mmm..."
Lu Nancheng kissed her forcefully, one hand pinching her chin, forcing her mouth open.
"Say, why are you crying?" his low voice carried a hoarse note.
Ran Tong gasped for breath but still didn't answer.
