It seemed like the woman's tearful voice brought the man back to his senses. He opened his deep-set eyes and saw Song Qiao's face already covered in tears. The hand that had just unbuttoned one of her buttons froze. After a moment, he forced down the impulse in his heart, sat up, and held her on his lap, letting her straddle him. His deep stare rested on her tear-streaked face, and he let out a barely audible sigh.
He lifted his hand, using his thumb to meticulously wipe away her tears. His voice remained low but was tinged with a hint of hoarseness, "Why are you crying? I didn't actually do anything to you. Are you scared now?"
At this moment, Song Qiao was focused only on crying, and didn't have the time to pay him any mind. The tears streamed down like they were free, accompanied by her sobs that filled the small car interior.
