Yun Ya lifted his sleeve, and his skin was already bruised due to blocked blood vessels. Yun Ya was both angry and heartbroken, glaring at him: "Are you a fool? Didn't think to push me away."
Although saying this, she lifted up his arm and gently massaged his blood vessels. Her touch was gentle and just right, her grasp perfect. Yan Song's furrowed brows relaxed, his slightly haggard but handsome face showing a hint of a smile. His other hand brushed her hair behind her ear, "How could I bear to push you away?"
Yun Ya's nose felt sour, and she couldn't help but shed tears, scolding him while massaging him, "Tonight I don't want to sleep with you, sleep wherever you want, just don't bother me."
It's truly annoying, always making her cry, yet she can't control herself, becoming more fragile, more of a crybaby.
Yan Song didn't expect her to cry, and what's worse, he couldn't have her soft warmth in his arms tonight. How unacceptable is that?
