81 I WILL BE GENTLE (2/2)

She nodded, her sniffs turning into soft sobs.

”Don't cry. I will be gentle.” Zhong Feng patted the head in front of him softly.

The small sobs turned into loud sobs.

”So… painful, it's too painful.” The words were almost concealed by the loud cries.

Zhong Feng realised at that moment that it was not about the tangled hair. Then, it dawned to him that she had finally spoken. Before he could think about it any further, she turned her body on her pillow and buried her face in his thigh, crying heartbrokenly and pitifully.

Each loud cry was like a stab straight into his heart, showing him every grievance that she had suffered. The tears were like liquid fire, spelling out her feelings of abandonment, betrayal, loss and unspeakable, excruciating pain.

Unfortunately, her current position was a little awkward. He wanted to lift her in his arms, but he knew that she needed to cry it all out. If he moved her and she no longer felt secure enough to pour out her pain, she would not be able to properly vent.

He could only let her cling to his thigh and sob into his trousers. He patted her head gently, feeling powerless over the situation.

The tears continued on for a long time. It seemed like hours before the loud cries turned into soft sobs and sniffs again. Zhong Feng immediately scooped her small curled figure into his chest. Her body felt weightless and fragile. He felt that if he was not careful, he might crush her in his grip.

When she stopped crying completely, her breath evened out, indicating that she had fallen asleep. Zhong Feng continued to hold her in his arms.

Just as he thought that she was completely asleep, she started squirming in his arms and lap due to the uncomfortable curled up position. This action put the powerful man holding her in a different uncomfortable situation, causing her to be even more restless.

Zhong Feng felt that the current circumstances called for a calm mind and body, so he attempted to lift her off him. Unfortunately, he underestimated the power of the little woman because her arms immediately went around his neck and held him in a tight grip.

Finally, he accepted defeat at the hands of this sleeping woman who was more than a foot shorter than him and as light as a feather. He could only let her move around on his lap to her desired position before leaning back on the couch.

It was going to be a long and hard afternoon.