Morning, The Heir Chapter 29

“Enough, stop crying. I didn't exert much strength.” Leng Yihuang originally had his heart ached and now became nervous because of her tears.

“Leave me alone.” Lin Xiaomi didn't remember when she cried last time. Was it when her grandmother was sick or Jiang Hui was repeatedly partial to Lin Xin'er?

She hadn't cried for many years.

Since she understood that her tears only made her enemies laugh and delight instead of attracting others' sympathy, she didn't cry anymore.

She was indisposed to cry, neither did she have time to cry, for she was busy working part-time to pay her tuition fee and didn't have time to mope.

However, today when she had been bullied by him for so many days, got a call from Jiang Hui, and was spanked by him, she couldn't help crying.

Actually, she didn't want to cry at all, but she couldn't control her tears.

Having restrained herself for such a long time, she really wanted to ask Jiang Hui today who was her biological daughter!

If she pretended to cry just now, she really cried now, the miserable sound of which made him panicked.

He turned her over in a panic and saw the crystal teardrops on her eyelashes, her red nose, and her swollen eyes because she cried on her stomach.

“Does it really hurt? I didn't use much strength. Can you stop crying, can you?” Leng Yihuang coaxed her clumsily, for he didn't know what to do at all.

He lost his memories, but in his subconsciousness, he didn't seem to know how to coax women.

She burst into tears wildly like the floodwater being released and couldn't stop.

He became more panicked and wiped the tears on her eyes' corners with soft paper. However, her tears seemed endless.

Then, he subconsciously blurted out, “Okay, I apologize to you. Can you stop crying?”

Neglect of him, she just wanted to take this chance to give vent to her grievance.

Besides, it was the first time that he had spoken to her submissively.

As a matter of fact, she subconsciously knew that he wouldn't rape her. She couldn't tell why, but she felt after getting along with him that he would never hurt her.

She still cried, but the next second, she felt the soft touch on her eyelids. He was kissing her so carefully that she was like a treasure in his palm for fear that his strength would hurt her.

He tasted her tears that were salty and sour. As a clean freak, he didn't feel any discomfort at all. By the contrary, when he watched her crying, he seemingly found her grievance unable to mitigate.

He was then reminded of the call she answered at night. When she hung up her cellphone, she stood transfixed like she was deserted by the whole world.

His heart slightly ached. All that he wanted to do was to stop her tears.

“Do you feel wronged, don't you? Tomorrow is the weekend, so you can cry as much as you like today. After you give vent to your grievance, stop crying, will you?” He coaxed her in an undertone by kissing the tears on her eyes' corners and holding her into his arms while patting her tender spinal like coaxing a kid.

She was stunned for a while, for she had never seen him who was so gentle.

His voice was gentle, so were his kisses and his hug.

How many years it had been since she was treated in such a cherished way last time?