The living room was very quiet.
The lingering echo of that slap seemed not to have faded yet.
Warm light flowed softly over the three of them, making the atmosphere exceedingly delicate.
"All right, that's enough. It was only a game."
Tang Song stepped between the two of them, separating them a little.
He turned his head, his gaze falling first on Su Yu's face, and reached out as if to touch her cheek. "Does it hurt?"
Hearing that soft question, Su Yu's eyes, which had still been smiling a moment ago, grew wet almost instantly.
She bit her lower lip, and the face that had been slapped to the side slowly turned back.
The corners of her eyes reddened quickly, even the tip of her nose flushing along with them. A shimmering layer of tears welled up just like that, making her look so wronged it could break a person's heart.
"Song—" Her voice trembled, thick with a nasal sound. "She hit me. You saw it. She really hit me—I make a living with my face, and she actually hit my face—"
Big tears rolled down that breathtakingly beautiful face of hers, the one that had words written on it and had just taken a slap, falling with soft little patters.
That textbook-level "tears in one second" and emotional shift made the corners of Secretary Jin's eyes twitch hard.
Tang Song was a little helpless too. He could only gently wipe away her tears with the pad of his finger, lean closer, and blow on her cheek. "Don't cry. I'll blow on it and it won't hurt anymore."
Secretary Jin stood where she was, the corner of her mouth twitching. She really couldn't hold back. "Little starlet, can you tone down that act?
"It's honestly pretty cheap."
"Wuwuwu—you see