"Then why are you crying?" Yan Song pinched her face with his fingers, carefully looking up and down, left and right.
"It's because you bullied me. Look at my lips, they're swollen. Are you a pig?"
Yan Song chuckled, his smile a bit silly, "You're right, I am a pig."
Yun Ya: "...."
"You still haven't said, why are you crying?" There were still streaks of tears on her cheeks. Yan Song couldn't stand to see her cry. He rubbed her face with his fingers, and it quickly turned red.
"Can't I be happy? Move over, I'm really uncomfortable." Yun Ya pushed him a bit, but the person on top of her was as strong as iron and didn't budge an inch.
"Where are you uncomfortable? Let me rub it for you?" Yan Song said as he slipped his large hand beneath her clothes and gently massaged her belly, "Here? Or here?"
His hand was very warm, as if it had some kind of magic. Wherever he massaged, the pain miraculously went away.
