“Why are you crying for no reason…” The man’s narrow and long almond-shaped eyes were slightly raised, and the hint of mockery at the end of his eyes was lighter than before.
Instead, it was tinged with a hint of coldness.
He is kind and gentle to women. He will comfort a woman when she cries and he understands romance.
But, for some unknown reason, when he saw Su Qing crying, Qiao Mohan subconsciously frowned, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, and looked very unhappy.
Qiao Mohan subconsciously raised his slender and clean fingers and gently rubbed them against the soft and thin skin under Su Qing's eyes.
He frowned, his eyes became even colder, and he did not try to hide his displeasure, even his tone was full of disdain.
But the slightly cool fingertips subconsciously slowed down their movements.
It can be said that he was very gentle and considerate, wiping away the tears from the corners of Su Qing's eyes.
Su Qing's eyes trembled slightly, frightened by Qiao Mohan's sudden "gentleness".
She leaned back and dodged.
But she persisted, and said in a soft voice with a hint of uncertainty and hoarseness: "Qiao Mohan... you are a big winter melon... you..."
"Tsk..." Qiao Mohan glanced at Su Qing unhappily.
The careless teasing in her slightly raised almond-shaped eyes had completely faded away: "Miss Su, even if you cry, I won't let you. If you continue to curse like this childishly, I will really be angry."
Qiao Mohan's eyes flickered, and his inky black pupils seemed to be dipped in cold water, making people feel chilled just by looking at him.
And Su Qing looked at him, looked at him deeply - even if she was not threatened by his eyes, her heart was already cold as water at this moment.
The chill penetrated her bones and went all the way up her spine to the back of her head.
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'Are you going to scream or not? Xiao Qingqing, you are not allowed to give your husband a nickname. If you don't obey me, I will eat you up now...'
"You're dreaming... As if you won't bully me if I don't call you that. Humph, Qiao Mohan is a big winter melon... a big winter melon... Five years, ten years, twenty years... until you're old, I'll keep calling you that!"
'Well, it seems that I haven't disciplined my little wild cat. Since you like to call me Big Winter Melon so much, then I'll call you that for the rest of your life. When you get old and can't walk anymore, I'll see how you can escape...'
…
Memories are like a movie, those noisy and sweet days when they were once in love, and the man who now sits in front of Su Qing, looking at her with indifference, strangeness, and even some scrutiny and suspicion.
It forms a sharp contrast.
She sat there, holding his child, and burst into tears for no apparent reason because of his words.
And he sat there, beside her, so cold and indifferent.
It was as if they had not only been together before but had broken up—Qiao Mohan looked as if he had forgotten her long ago.
To Qiao Mohan, Su Qing was not even worth any lingering attention.
Yes, that's right...
Su Qing finally understood from Qiao Mohan's eyes what his nonchalant yet habitually playful look meant.
He treated her as a stranger, without love or hate—
She, Su Qing, has long become a passer-by in Qiao Mohan's life.
The sudden realization made Su Qing gasp uncontrollably.
She thought she hated Qiao Mohan more deeply, and she thought she had forgotten him more thoroughly, but she actually had a relationship with this man again less than a month after returning to China.
On the contrary, it was Qiao Mohan who deliberately pretended not to remember anything.
Even when she called him by the nickname they used when they were most in love, he remained calm without the slightest emotion.
Compared to her softening attitude, Qiao Mohan is the truly ruthless person.
You can chat and laugh with her, but always keep the coldest distance.
This man's eyes are cold, his heart is cold, and his love is even colder. (To be continued)