Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

I don’t have any needs tonight... He was telling her that he would only come back when he wanted to sleep with her?

Qiao Anhao didn’t know what was wrong. He had said meaner things to her before, but once he finished his sentence, she could feel herself floating, her vision blurring, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

Hot tears starting streamed down through her fingers. They trembled slightly as she tried desperately to keep the tears in, but the more she tried, the more the tears came. In the end, an endless stream flowed down her face. She hurriedly rubbed at it, trying hard to wipe it all away.

Lu Jinnian had wanted to leave after that line, but just as he was about to turn, from the corner of his eye he caught sight of the gleam from the tear that had landed on her fingers. He froze instantly, paralyzed, not able to move an inch.

Soon, he clearly saw the endless stream of tears hitting her fingers. His hands clenched into a tight fist. The moment she raised her hands to wipe at her face, he suddenly reached out and grabbed them, pulling her forward. With the other hand, he lifted her chin.

The sight of Qiao Anhao’s small face drenched in tears came into sight.

Her eyes were big and pretty, the insides welled up with tears. She must have been trying to force her tears back as her lips were tightly clenched and her nose bright red. Her sorrowful expression looked pitiful and wronged.

A wave of emotions flooded Lu Jinnian’s eyes. He couldn’t help tightening the the grip he had on her hands as he struggled internally. Several times, the fingers he had on her chin wanted to reach up to wipe away her tears, but every time he loosened his grip on her chin slightly, he tightened it back instantly.

Under Lu Jinnian’s gaze, tears started streaming at a faster rate. Behind the endless stream of tears, Qiao Anhao wasn’t able to see his expression, but instinct told her that he was agitated, seemingly angry but yet not.

Just when she couldn’t take it anymore, her tears dripped onto Lu Jinnian’s fingers that he had on her chin, then flowed down into his palm.

Her tears were slightly cold but once they hit his palm, they sent a flame straight into his heart, burning him with nervousness. The next moment, he released her chin, turning away fiercely. He walked over to his car door, entered, and hurriedly slammed the accelerator, speeding off.