Lin Huahua was crying.
Actual tears were gathering in her big brown eyes and spilling down her pale cheeks, and because she was already so small and soft looking, the sight of her silently crying on the bedding made Mu Qingyi panic immediately.
What happened?
Why was she crying?
Had he said something wrong?
Had he hurt her?
Mu Qingyi had never been more confused in his life. He wanted to comfort her, but for a second he was too scared to touch her, because the old Lin Huahua would have hated it. Yet the sight of her crying was too much for him to bear, so after only one moment of hesitation, he reached out and gently wiped at her tears with his fingers.
"Why are you crying?" he asked softly, his voice already full of concern.
Lin Huahua looked at him with watery eyes and sniffled in such a wronged way that even the heavens might have softened. "If we mated, then why do I not have any?"
Mu Qingyi stared.
His mind stopped for one second.
Then for another.
