"Why are you still crying?"
Song Guanchao found it both amusing and heartbreaking; of course he knew why Wu Qiangwei was crying.
She'd wrongly accused him, and felt guilty about it.
Wu Qiangwei gently shook her head, tears falling like a kite with a broken string.
Song Guanchao cupped her little face and kissed away her teardrop pearls: "It was just a misunderstanding; talk it out and it'll be fine."
Wu Qiangwei choked back sobs, her emotions settling a little, but her big eyes still full of remorse: "I'm sorry."
"Alright, alright." Song Guanchao's eyes twinkled as he suddenly thought of a way to cheer her up.
He pressed himself close to her perky ass, fingers tracing along her gluteal crease to a certain spot, gently poking, his mouth next to her ear in a low whisper: "If you really feel bad, let me try it."
Feeling his fingertip pressing that spot, Wu Qiangwei froze immediately, her tears halting.
"There?"
"Mm-hmm."
"But, but there... No!"
