As she spoke, she began to tremble, and when she lifted her head, it was obvious there was a shimmer of moisture in her dark, deer-like eyes.
She had indeed cried.
This woman, right beside him, in his embrace, was actually still crying?
What was she crying for? Crying because she was in his arms, or crying because she couldn't be in the arms of another?
Mo Nanjue, who was usually not prone to suspicion, suddenly started to doubt. The more he thought about it, the stranger and more annoyed he felt until finally, in a sudden move, he flipped her underneath him and pressed her down, "Tong Ran, what exactly are you crying about?"
"I'm not crying... you're mistaken, I'm just tired, let's sleep."
"If you don't tell me, I will turn the whole Jinhai City upside down to see if there's anything worth your tears."
"..." Was threatening her all he could do?
Indeed, their relationship started with threats, and naturally, it was all about threats.
