"Thirsty For Affection" 

Lai Jiayi stared at Zhao Yang with teary eyes. She would cry if Zhao Yang tightened his grip even more. 

Seeing the girl was on the edge of tears, Zhao Yang instantly yanked his hand. He lowered his head and mumbled, 

"I'm...I didn't pay attention to my hand. Sorry." The last word was so quiet that no one could hear it other than Tianjin. 

"N-no, it's okay. Lai Jiayi retracted her hand and squeezed her red palm. The girl silently cursed. 

'Are you a gorilla or what?! Why are you so strong, hm?? Look, my hand is red! It hurts!!' 

Lai Jiayi stroked the back of her palm as she hid it under the table so that Zhao Yang wouldn't see her action. 

'I thought my bone was going to be crushed to pieces. Fck.' 

Lai Jiayi kept cursing, and Zhao Yang seemed to notice that. The young man lowered his head. He peeked at Lai Jiayi with eyes full of guilt.