Mistress...
How could he come up with that word?
"What nonsense are you talking? When did I go see any mistress?" An Yue got angry too, and forcefully pushed Dang Yang away. She wasn't afraid of Dang Yang anymore.
Knowing Dang Yang became terrifying because he thought she was seeing a mistress, but she had none, so naturally she wasn't afraid.
"Isn't it?" Dang Yang angrily questioned An Yue, his eyes faintly red.
"..."
An Yue saw Dang Yang's faintly reddened eyes. She widened her eyes in surprise, could it be... Dang Yang was about to cry?
This...
Aren't men supposed to bleed, not cry?
"I don't have a mistress," An Yue said seriously, initially very angry at being misunderstood as a promiscuous woman, but seeing Dang Yang's faintly reddened eyes, she softened.
Dang Yang looked so pitiful, about to cry, if she scolded him again, he might actually burst into tears.
What if he does cry?
She really isn't good at comforting people... especially crying men.
