"Bastard, you bastard! You're only just getting here!" Witch bit her lip, pounding on Lin Kuang's chest as tears streamed down her face, the picture of pure grievance.
Lin Kuang reached out and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Alright, it's okay now. Everything's fine. Stop crying. Look at you, you've cried yourself into a mess," Lin Kuang said, his heart aching for her.
"No! It's your fault for being late! It's all your fault!" Witch sobbed, her small fists continuing to beat against Lin Kuang's chest.
Lin Kuang didn't stop her, simply letting her vent.
Perhaps she hit him too hard, or maybe it was something else, but her bra suddenly burst open. It had a front clasp, and when it sprang apart, Lin Kuang froze, his eyes widening as he stared, completely stunned.
Witch felt an uncharacteristic sway from her chest and couldn't help but glance down.
