A faint sobbing sound came from her mouth, and Mu Qian raised his head, looking at the crystal clear tears sliding from the corner of her eyes. His burning gaze dimmed slightly, laden with anger, he lowered his head once more and kissed her, tangling intensely.
Wen Jiaren cried even harder, trembling all over.
Mu Qian couldn't continue, paused again, and gazed at the helpless, crying woman beneath him.
He watched the tears slide from her eyes, and his lips kissed them away, lightly landing on the corner of her lips, eyebrows, bridge of her nose, and her eyes, tenderly and tirelessly repeating the gestures. Gradually, the woman stopped crying, but he still incessantly kissed her face, forehead, between the eyebrows, and the tip of her nose.
Wen Jiaren changed from initial astonishment to eventually sinking into the tender kisses.
It was unknown how much time had passed when the kisses gradually moved downward, sealing her lips once again...
