Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

He was already quite thin, and from Lu Fang's angle, he looked rather pitiful.

The car was quiet, so quiet that only Su Nanqin's soft sobs could be heard.

Lu Fang's heart trembled, but she finally steeled herself and drove back to the hotel.

It's only a few minutes' walk from here to the hotel.

After parking the car, the person inside was still crying, as if they were truly in pain and felt wronged.

He huddled up in the back, his legs curled up, shrinking into a tiny ball.

It's a typical posture of sadness and defensiveness.

Lu Fang didn't say anything, opened the car door, and unbuckled his seatbelt.

He reached his hand through the other person's waist and pulled the person who was crying alone in the chair out of his arms.

Su Nanqin cried and became weaker. As soon as she was in Lu Fang's arms, her head slumped limply against his shoulder as if she had no strength left.

As Lu Fang cradled the limp person in his arms, his heart suddenly sank as the person lying on top of him collapsed.

Lu Fang carried the person back to Fang and placed them back on his lap.

Only then did I have time to look at the person in my arms.

I don't know if it was from the pain or the hurt, but even though I hadn't been crying for long, my eyes were already red and swollen.

His voice began to tremble.

Lu Fang took a deep breath; he was still reeling from the image of Su Nanqin opening the car door and about to jump out.

My heart is still pounding.

Looking at the person in his arms crying their eyes out, he felt a sense of helplessness.

Finally, he used his fingertips to gently touch the corners of the other person's red eyes, wiping away some of the tears that were still dripping down: "Don't cry."

His voice was deep and magnetic, yet it seemed as if he was suppressing something.

Su Nanqin was still reeling from the shock of Lu Fang pressing him down and beating him.

He had never seen Lu Fang so ruthless, powerful, and domineering.

He held her tightly in his arms and wouldn't let her move, even though she was crying from the pain, and the slaps kept falling.

Lu Fang's fierceness usually comes from stern faces to intimidate others, but today he was genuinely furious and got serious.

Lu Fang had a strong grip; every blow he delivered was a solid strike.

It's hard for Su Nanqin not to cry from the pain.

The calloused fingertips touched my cheek, bringing a tingling sensation that brought tears to my eyes.

The burning pain behind him served as a constant reminder of what had just happened to Su Nanqin.

The more I think about it, the more wronged I feel, and the more wronged I feel, the more I want to cry.

Just when she had almost recovered, Lu Fang wiped her, and Su Nanqin seemed to remember something again, crying even louder.

Lu Fang was now at a loss.

Even if you're angry, you have to appease them first.

He recalled that he might have hit the other person a bit too hard in his anger, and he guessed that the other person was in pain.

"Don't cry, baby. Did it hurt?" Lu Fang gently patted the other's back, his voice softening.

Su Nanqin was actually very easy to please, as long as Lu Fang coaxed him.

Even if you just coax him a little, he won't feel so wronged and sad.

Just like now, Lu Fang no longer had a stern face and a cold tone as before, but instead asked a question softly.

Su Nanqin seemed to be unable to hold back her tears any longer and sobbed uncontrollably: "Waaah... um..."

She cried so hard that a heavy nasal "hmm" was mixed with her sobs and was so sticky that it was hard to hear.

But it was as if she was determined to cry out all her grievances with this soft sound.

Lu Fang heard it.

His eyes flickered slightly, his heart enveloped by an indescribable emotion.

It was very complicated, and it caused a subtle, persistent pain in his heart.

He suddenly realized that Su Nanqin was most afraid of him being harsh with him; if he gave him a cold look and said even a half-sentence, Su Nanqin would feel wronged for a long time.

How could a delicate person not cry when scolded?

Before Lu Fang could even speak, Su Nanqin seemed to be unable to hold back her sobs any longer: "Ugh...you hit me..."

She sounded incredibly wronged; her tone was one of accusation and grievance, yet her voice was soft and gentle, like a kitten that had been scolded and was now begging for comfort.

Even though he had done something wrong, he still managed to scratch Lu Fangxin until she was completely soft with his furry little paws.

No matter how angry she was, she couldn't keep a cold face; all she could feel was heartache for the poor little one in her arms.

Su Nanqin is petite and has a small frame, so she looks even more delicate nestled in Lu Fang's arms.

It's so tiny, it really looks like a little kitten that's been wronged and is curled up in its owner's arms.

Even though the person who was being mean to him was right in front of him, he still desperately wanted to get some comfort or sympathy from them.

If the other party had said even half a word to comfort him, Su Nanqin wouldn't be feeling so aggrieved now.

Lu Fang was indeed incredibly soft-hearted; he gently patted the other person's back and softened his tone.

Looking down at the person in his arms, he said, "Don't cry, Nan Nan. It's my fault. I was so angry. I shouldn't have hit her so hard."

This was one of the few times Lu Fang had spoken softly in recent days.

Su Nanqin's nose stung with tears, and the more Lu Fang spoke, the more aggrieved he felt.

Her slender white hand seemed to have finally mustered the courage to clench into a fist in response to Lu Fang's low snort, and punched Lu Fang's chest several times as if venting her frustration without causing any pain or discomfort.

Su Nanqin had never dared to do this before, and this time he was truly extremely aggrieved.

Lu Fang is a bastard.

He dared not speak, only sobbing softly as if his voice was being squeezed out of his throat, "You hit me..."

What Su Nanqin meant was, how could you hit me?

Despite the accusatory tone, it was incredibly soft, and the little fists that pounded on her own body were limp and powerless.

Lu Fang saw the grievance and sadness in Su Nanqin's eyes.

He didn't move, letting the other person hit him several times as if venting their anger.

Finally, Su Nanqin seemed to have run out of strength, and stopped. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was sticky and cloying: "It hurts..."

Lu Fang knew the other person was really in pain: "Okay, okay, don't cry, sweetie. You really scared me just now..."

After thinking for a moment, I decided not to say the second half of the sentence. Su Nanqin was in such a state that he wouldn't listen to a single word of reason.

Whenever Lu Fang said, "You can't do that again next time," Su Nanqin would see it as him still blaming him.

God knows he's still terrified.

Seeing Su Nanqin crying like this, Lu Fang had no choice but to try and comfort her, saying, "Yes, it hurts, I know. Let me see, shall I rub it for you?"

Lu Fang's tone had softened considerably.

Su Nanqin was like a kitten that was recklessly testing its owner's limits, and would only calm down if its owner softened his expression even slightly.

He seized the opportunity to pour out half of his grievances: "Waaah...you hit me...why were you so mean, Lu Fang, I feel so wronged..."

This was the first time in days that Su Nanqin dared to speak like this in front of Lu Fang.

Lu Fang knew Su Nanqin well; if he kept a stern face, Su Nanqin wouldn't dare to act like that at all.

If he tries to comfort Su Nanqin even with just a few words, she will start crying and pleading, making him feel both sorry for her and tender-hearted.

This is also why Lu Fang often knows that the other party is wronged, but only dares to put on a stern face, because he is afraid that if he is not fierce enough, he can intimidate the other party.

The other party will not take his words seriously and will turn around and do some reckless things.

As it turns out, Su Nanqin was indeed like that; even with the person right in front of him, he still caused this mess.

However, Lu Fang was wrong. He only knew that Su Nanqin was wronged, but he didn't know how wronged she was.

She was so aggrieved that she dared not show it at all when she saw the other person's composed expression.

Today, it seemed like she finally couldn't hold back anymore, and she threw a small, inconsequential tantrum and cried for a while.

The person's emotions fluctuated wildly.

Lu Fang hugged Su Nanqin, who was crying her eyes out, tighter, and gently grasped the small fist that the other person lightly pounded on his chest.

Su Nanqin felt wronged and, as if to vent her frustration, suddenly struggled to break free, but Lu Fang did not let go.

Su Nanqin's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed as he struggled, allowing the other person to hold them.

Lu Fang didn't speak, but his large hand was very gentle, and the warmth from his palm passed through Su Nanqin's inexplicably cold hand.

Su Nanqin, as if reluctant to leave, stopped struggling, and her emotions were no longer as agitated as before.

Lu Fang gently patted the kitten's back rhythmically, stroking its fur.

Su Nanqin nestled in Lu Fang's arms, her taut back gradually relaxing as she leaned softly against him.

Lu Fang's deep, magnetic voice came from above Su Nanqin's head: "Take a deep breath, Nan Nan, don't cry, sweetie."

Lu Fang's voice is that of a typical mature man; when he speaks in a deep voice, it is very imposing and frightening.

The soothing tone can completely envelop you in that deep, magnetic voice, making you lose your sense of direction.

It was a very reassuring voice, deep and powerful. Su Nanqin gradually calmed down, and her crying began to subside.

Finally, like a wilted kitten, she slumped limply into Lu Fang's arms.

She muttered a complaint under her breath, "I feel terrible..."

Lu Fang paused in his patting motion.

Looking down at Su Nanqin, whose face was still wet with tears and whose big eyes were blinking but whose gaze seemed unfocused, Su Nanqin looked down at him.

More like a solitary murmur.

The fan-shaped eyelashes cast a shadow under the other person's eyelids as they blinked, revealing heavy dark circles and red, swollen eyes.

But the person was still crying and acting all spoiled.

At first glance, it evokes pity, but upon closer inspection, it stirs up a subtle, lingering ache in one's heart.

Su Nanqin is very beautiful, unbelievably beautiful, and captivating.

But Lu Fang only glanced at him and suddenly saw a sense of brokenness in the other person.

I feel lonely and sad.

This was a feeling Lu Fang had never experienced before; it was complex and very upsetting.

It felt as if looking at the other person even once would suffocate me with countless grievances and sorrows.

Lu Fang unconsciously tightened his grip on the person, tightening it further and further.

They held on so tightly it was as if they were afraid of losing their grip on the person in their hands.

He only came to his senses and relaxed a little after Su Nanqin let out a muffled groan.

The room was silent, but Su Nanqin was very good at stirring up emotions.

To be precise, it's not that he's good at it, but rather that he has an innate ability to make you feel sorry for him, be moved by him, and submit to him.

Lu Fang was speechless; he didn't know how to comfort the sad person in his arms.

Heaven endowed Su Nanqin with a pitiful quality.

But no one taught Lu Fang how to coax this spoiled and aggrieved person.

After a long silence, he suddenly closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again.

Then he slowly lowered his head and gently and reverently kissed Su Nanqin's long eyelashes...

Below were her red, swollen eyes...

My nose is aching...

Finally, it stopped at the other person's lips and didn't move again.