An Ning's tears fell, and she said helplessly, "Why do you have to push me? Isn't supporting you unconditionally enough?"
Mo Ang looked at her tears. "Why are you crying?"
"..." An Ning's tears kept falling.
"Why are you crying!" Mo Ang gently pinched her chin and asked.
An Ning sniffled. "You're humiliating me like this, how can I not cry!"
Mo Ang didn't move, just watched her like that. "You feel humiliated by me?"
"Isn't it obvious? Do you even need me to feel it?"
Mo Ang looked at her for a long time, then buttoned up her coat and slowly wiped her tears.
Finally, he left, and only then did An Ning stop crying.
Mo Ang started the engine and said, "Actually, the reason you're crying isn't because you feel humiliated by me, but because you also like my touch. However, you don't want to betray your husband, so you're conflicted and cried."
An Ning stared at him in a daze.
Mo Ang glanced at her. "Am I right?"
"..." An Ning bit her lower lip.
