Song Shijing saw the tears in Su Yang's eyes and panicked, "Why are you crying?"
Su Yang tried to hold back, but the tears rebelled and flowed down.
Being confined in such an intimate manner by him was already humiliating.
Now that he had seen her vulnerability, the anger and humiliation she had been suppressing reached its peak, and she shouted, "Let go of me!"
Song Shijing looked at the red corners of Su Yang's eyes and her forehead, veins popping out, and he completely panicked, letting go of her and fumbling to wipe her tears.
Su Yang pushed Song Shijing's hand away, "Don't touch me!"
Song Shijing stepped back a few steps, "Don't cry, I was just messing with you."
That sentence did not comfort her; instead, it made Su Yang even angrier.
"Do you think this is funny? Is it fun to tease a married woman? Is it fun to trample on my dignity? Is it fun to build your happiness on my pain?"
"No, I..."
