Nian Bing was startled and hurriedly hugged Feng Nu's delicate body, stroking the perfect curves of her back, "What's wrong? What did I do to make you so angry?"
Feng Nu clung tightly to Nian Bing, crying uncontrollably but refusing to speak. Her tears soaked Nian Bing's chest, rendering him somewhat at a loss.
After a while, Feng Nu's sobbing gradually subsided. She leaned into Nian Bing's arms and choked out, "Why are you so good to me, you know? The more you do this, the less I want to leave you."
Nian Bing's heart sank a little, "Feng Nu, what happened to make you so upset?"
Feng Nu turned her head to look at a table nearby. Following her gaze, Nian Bing understood the cause of her distress; the table was laden with food.
"Feng Nu, actually, actually..."
"You don't have to say anything. You actually ate those disgusting dishes that day, no wonder you had to go to the bathroom so many times. Nian Bing, I'm sorry."