She actually cried?
It wasn't that Gu Yanmo had never seen Yan Yue cry. When they first got married, her eyes were always red, making him even more disgusted with her.
But now, looking at the sparkling tears, he felt a heartache.
Before her brain could react, her fingers had already brushed up honestly and wiped away her tears. The warm and moist skin of his subordinate was damp and cold, and it flowed down his fingers into his heart.
The next second, he returned his finger as if he was electrocuted. Even he himself was stunned. What was he doing?
Time seemed to be frozen in place. The two of them stood there quietly, their eyes staring at each other, not saying a word.
In the end, Yan Yue couldn't help but ask tentatively," Ah Mo?"
"Stop calling me that way!" The familiar answer ca
