It made his heart’s beating slow and grind to a halt, as if it were clogged by something, suffocating and uncomfortable.
"Don’t cry... don’t cry," he stammered, having never encountered this situation, nor ever comforted a girl before. He also did not know that the sight of her, bullied to the point of silent tears, clutching the bedsheets, would cause him such heartache.
Jian Anning didn’t seem to hear his words, as her tears still fell like pearls off a string, silently sliding down her face. Over the years, she had suppressed her feelings for far too long. In her stepfather’s home, she never dared to complain, to cry out loud, to ask for pretty clothes and shoes, and she never dared to fight Cheng Tingting over toys and jewelry. After arriving in Huaxia Country, she still didn’t dare to fall out with Yu Zexiao, fearing this twisted man would report their relationship to the media, making her life difficult!
This pressure, accumulating since her father’s death up until now, would usually be well managed. But when Yu Zexiao’s bullying left her powerless, it all exploded out!
"Stop crying," he said again, his own heart in disarray at her sobs. He desperately wanted her to stop crying, to ease the turmoil inside him. He bit his lower lip, and seeing that his comforting was useless, he suddenly went to the bedside and made a harsh threat, "If you cry again, I will—right away I will—zhan-you-you!"
Unheeding, she failed to listen as he sat down anxiously. After a moment’s thought, he suddenly reached out his arms and enveloped her trembling body!
Jian Anning shuddered suddenly, as if she had been shocked, her body shivering in fright!
She began to sob and struggle, but Yu Zexiao held on tight to her quivering form, neither advancing further nor easily letting go.
"Yu Zexiao! Let me go!" she cried out tearfully, hating him to death! She glared fiercely at him, unprepared—when Yu Zexiao suddenly leaned in, gently kissing the corner of her eye.
There, a teardrop was tenderly licked away, his gesture as gentle as a feather.
By her ear, Yu Zexiao whispered softly, "Don’t cry, I won’t force you anymore, I won’t."
His voice was as pure as a stream flowing through the mountains, and his embrace was warm and strong, tightly holding her trembling form. It was void of any lust, but seemed wholly protective. His breath, gentle and cautious, warmly cascaded over her cheek, gradually easing her taut nerves a little.
"Don’t go, don’t leave me—I really don’t want you to go."
God knows with what complex emotions he had spoken those words so spontaneously. At this moment, his eyes, his heart, were only focused on comforting the weeping, sorrowful woman, and he did not realize—that perhaps, with his casual remark, he had inadvertently revealed his true feelings.
Alas, Jian Anning, still scared like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow, was totally wrapped up in the bedsheets, trembling uncontrollably. She didn’t at all grasp that Yu Zexiao’s words contained so much, so much that even he himself hadn’t noticed!
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