But just when he was about to... in that instant, suddenly a sobbing sound entered his ears.
He stopped.
Duan Fei's shoulders trembled nonstop, her entire face buried in the sofa, her black hair flowing down, covering her entire face.
Yet the sobbing sound came again.
Rong Moyong reached out and brushed Duan Fei's black hair from her face to the back, then his fingers reached out...
The tears were ice-cold as if they instantly cooled his emotions as well.
"Why are you crying?" Rong Moyong asked.
Without speaking, all was okay, but when he did, Duan Fei whimpered, and her crying became heavier.
Rong Moyong: "..."
He just looked down at her without speaking, but deep within, something seemed to be crumbling, bit by bit.
Then he let go of her, pulled up his trousers, and sat down properly on the sofa again.
The young girl was still crying, sniffling and whining as if she had been greatly wronged.
Rong Moyong frowned deeply, "I won't touch you, stop crying."