Wen Ran didn't know why he was wiping her tears.
Additionally, he didn't seem as terrifying as he had just a moment ago.
Yet her fear of him had not subsided; a vague dread still lingered in her heart.
Fu Chenlie noticed her still-fearful demeanor, bent down, and carried her horizontally into her bedroom with long strides.
Wen Ran watched him, puzzled.
But the man remained silent. After entering the bedroom, he set her down on a single-seater sofa and patiently wiped her tears with a tissue until her face was completely clean.
As Wen Ran observed Fu Chenlie's patient and serious demeanor, she couldn't understand his mentality for a moment.
Had he almost seemed like he was going to kill her just now, and now he was being so gentle?
Because she had cried?
Was he afraid of a woman's tears?!