Jun Mohan still couldn't bear to really torture Feng Sujin. He wanted her to know his fault, but in the end he tortured himself.
She felt bad, and he felt even worse. Not only did he feel distressed, but he also blamed himself.
That's all, it's too late for love, how can I bear to make her feel uncomfortable.
Jun Mohan sighed, lowered his head and kissed away Feng Sujin's tears.
His kiss was so gentle, full of lingering love and affection.
Feng Sujin had no idea that the style of painting would change like this. She was a little confused and her tears stopped as she was kissed gently by Jun Mohan.
Feng Sujin's eyelashes trembled lightly, like feathers, brushing against Jun Mohan's lips, as if brushing against the tip of his heart, making his heart softer and softer.
The dark tide in his eyes gradually receded, taking on a soft and warm light.
Feng Sujin said cautiously and uncertainly: "Mo Han?"
Jun Mohan heard Feng Sujin's worried tone and sighed distressedly: "Ajin, your eyes are beautiful. Do you know how much I blamed myself and felt distressed when you took out the cross stitch? Your eyes are fine, so you do that, why don't you cherish yourself more, why don't you think about me?"
After listening to these words, Feng Sujin suddenly understood why he was acting like this tonight.
Feng Sujin sniffed and became even more aggrieved, "Because I love you and care about you, I also want to be filial to your father. I don't know what gift to get. Your Jun family must not be short of anything. I think the gift is still good." In my mind, all I can think about is cross stitch.”
Jun Mohan took her into his arms and held her tightly, "You!"
These two words contained almost all the emotions in his heart. He lowered his head and kissed Feng Sujin's eyebrows, nose, lips, and collarbone.
He nibbled on Feng Sujin's ear and said, "You still talk about your Jun family!"
Feng Sujin quickly changed her words: "It's our Jun family."
"That's good."
As he spoke, Jun Mohan gently smoothed Feng Sujin's hair around her ears, "When did the cross-stitch get done?"
"After my eyes heal, sometimes I will embroider quickly when you are not at home. Sometimes you will be cooking, and I will embroider a little when I go back to the bedroom."
Jun Mohan shook his head, "You don't have enough time, why don't you tell the truth?"
Feng Sujin curled her lips and said honestly: "After you go to bed, I get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom to embroider."
"you… "
Jun Mohan's heart trembled several times with pain, but he couldn't say a single harsh word, only heartache, deep heartache.
"You think I can't be angry?"
Feng Sujin knew that he felt sorry for her, so her voice softened, and she tugged on Jun Mohan's sleeves, "But you are angry, and you want to tell me why, how do I know you... you did that to me, and then ignored me?" , being indifferent to me, I thought you hated me..."
Jun Mohan lowered his head and kissed Feng Sujin deeply, "How could I? Didn't I say that it's too late to love you? I can't do anything to you. I can't even say goodbye to you. I can only treat you in that way." , I thought you would know why I was like that, but I didn’t expect you didn’t understand my heart at all.”
"It's hard to guess someone's thoughts, so don't do this again, okay?"
"One torture is enough, silly girl. I find that every time I want to punish you, I end up punishing myself. I owe it to you. I love you so much."
Feng Sujin's heart warmed up and she took the initiative to put her arms around Jun Mohan's waist. She began to crave his embrace and tenderness.
She was really afraid just now, afraid that she would never be able to be held and cared for by him again.
Jun Mohan gently stroked Feng Sujin's hair, "You must be obedient from now on, do you hear me? Take good care of yourself, you, every time you use your body to torture me and punish me."
"I don't have it. I can't bear it. It hurts you and my heart hurts."