Xiao Yu looked up and glared at him, tears flowing before she spoke, with endless grievance, and she shouted, "I'll cry, I'll cry, I'm crying and I didn't let you watch. If you don't like it, leave."
The little girl's flustered appearance annoyed him to no end, yet he couldn't leave her alone like this. He compromised, "Okay, okay, cry if you want. Did it hurt?"
As soon as Xiao Yu heard him mention the earlier incident, she felt both embarrassed and angry, and she kicked him, "You're still talking about it! Do you even know how heavy your hands are? My butt must be full of red marks."
The man's eyes darkened. Her skin was sensitive, and when he got carried away, he'd leave many marks on her that wouldn't go away for days. Earlier, he had been angry and hit her hard, so he knew there would definitely be red marks.
