"Brother, what are you doing?"
It was only after Gao Jun had held Zhou Shumei in his arms for a full minute that she finally asked, her voice tinged with reluctance.
Feigning a struggle.
Gao Jun then let go of her waist and said, "I just wanted Shumei to feel what it's like to be hugged. It was indeed presumptuous of me, I'm sorry."
After he said that, he stood up, took his clothes, and prepared to leave.
Hearing this, Zhou Shumei quickly grabbed him and said, "Brother, that's not what I meant, don't be sad."
Gao Jun pretended to explain, "Actually, I can see that your marriage doesn't seem very happy. I'm just an outsider, and I have no right to help you solve your family matters. I just thought that if hugging you would make you happy, then I would be more than willing to give you this hug."
Moved by his words, Zhou Shumei felt her eyes become moist.
Her eyes hid deep melancholy, like a lake shrouded in dark clouds, having lost the clarity and luster of past days.
