His reaction was a bit too much.
Su Yan was tightly wrapped in his arms.
Her waist hurt from how hard he was squeezing.
She hesitated.
"You…"
Song Yujing lifted his eyelids.
"What about me? Regretting that you provoked me?"
Su Yan stared into those pitch-black eyes of his.
Then, scene after scene from before replayed in her mind.
So hard to deal with, pressing her step by step.
The way he talked and acted had changed way too much.
Even though he was trying his best to maintain it.
In the little details, it was all that domineering, unreasonable style.
Su Yan looked at him a couple more times.
Silently reached out and hugged him back.
"I don't regret it."
Her answer came especially fast.
Song Yujing looked at the back of her hand resting on his shoulder.
On that fair back of her hand, those needle marks reappeared in his line of sight.
He lowered his eyes.
And pulled her in even tighter.
After a long while, he said flatly,
