Jing Yiren thought that Yue Feng must have drunk too much and wasn't aware of his actions, so he didn't do it on purpose, nor did she take it too seriously.
When she propped herself up to stand, suddenly her waist tightened.
Yue Feng abruptly turned over and pressed Jing Yiren beneath him.
His long, clean palm, cradling her small face with care, brushed aside the hair on her face, cupping her tiny head.
His beautiful, phoenix-like eyes were filled with tenderness, compassion, and pain.
His lips parted slightly, murmuring in a low voice, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Jing Yiren stared wide-eyed at Yue Feng, thinking that he must have mistaken her for someone else in his drunken state.
Or perhaps he had argued with Li Tong, and that's why he drank and ran out; maybe he wanted to apologize to Li Tong at that moment?
As Jing Yiren entertained such thoughts, a drop of scalding moisture hit her face.
A tear fell from beneath Yue Feng's beautiful eyes.