As soon as these words were spoken, it was like turning on a water dragon's switch. The moment Ning Xiaoxian leaned against his chest, large teardrops rolled down like broken pearls, drenching a large patch of his clothes. In fact, after enduring those two slaps just now, her mind went blank, and she had not returned to her senses. It wasn't until Changtian embraced her that she felt an inexplicable sourness in her chest and her nose also felt very sore, making her unable to hold back her tears.