The man's steady voice came, with a hint of coaxing, as Jiang Ruan leaned against his warm chest, feeling his strong and powerful heartbeat, and she felt a full sense of security.
She hugged his narrow waist.
The grievance she had suppressed suddenly couldn't be held back anymore, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and her nose twitched.
However, after waiting for a while, she didn't hear him speak again. She wiped away her tears and looked up: "Aren't you going to comfort me?"
The girl's eyes were red, looking at him, her small mouth pouting.
"What kind of comforting is this without saying anything!"
Hearing her grievance, Bao Ye lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on her bunny-like eyes, he frowned, thought for a moment and said, "Hmm... don't cry."
Three dry words.
Like squeezing toothpaste.
Took several minutes to squeeze out.
With no emotion at all.
"..."
