"Crying in the bathroom?!" Mo Nanjue's obsidian pupils narrowed as he wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pulled her directly into his embrace, "How could a woman of mine, Mo Nanjue, hide and cry secretly?"
This woman even has to hide in the bathroom to cry, is she blatantly indicating that she has been bullied?
"..."
Not allowed to hide and cry secretly, could she just keep crying in front of him non-stop?
Mo Nanjue held her in his lap, his voice carrying a hint of ferocity, "No more crying."
"..." Indeed, not allowed to cry secretly, nor allowed to cry here, it was strange, how did her crying bother him?!
If he didn't like it, couldn't he just look away? Why did he have to drag her into this?!