"You're flesh and blood too. How can you not feel pain after getting hurt?
In front of me, do you refuse even this bit of reliance? Am I really that undeserving of your trust?"
He didn't hope for her to act like An Ziqi, who would occasionally act coy around Xiao Moli.
But no matter how strong she was, how great her endurance, she was still a woman, his woman.
Despite the anger in his words, Lan Yue's heart felt warm.
She knew that his anger was only because he loved her.
Yet the better Xiao Chen treated her, the more uneasy she felt.
She bit her lip, tucked her small face against his chest, "Sorry, I just didn't want you to worry."
Listening to her apologize, Xiao Chen sighed.
After all, what fault did she bear?
He tightened his hold on her, looking at her, he spoke.
"In the future, when you're hurt, you should cry out; when you're sad, don't hold it in; when you've suffered, remember to tell me, got it?"
"Mm." Lan Yue nodded heavily, her eyes tingling and warm.
