Ling Youmei felt a stab in her heart and hurriedly retorted, "Who's crying? I'm not crying!"

"Not crying? Then what's with the moisture on your eyelashes?" The corner of Ho Shaohui's mouth curled up into a mocking smile. His fingers pinched her chin again and lifted her face.

Her eyes were red and there were tears at the corners of her eyes. After Qi Yueze left, she had clearly cried.

"Nothing happened? My eyes hurt, they're running, can't I?" Ling Youmei frowned and tried to refute.

Ho Shaohui looked at her deeply, and said in a somewhat disgusted tone: "I don't like to do it with a crying woman, it's so dirty!"

"Who's crying? Who's crying! I already said that I'm not crying, it's just my eyes that hurt." Ling Youmei straightened her neck and shouted angrily.

"You're really stubborn!" Ho Shaohui's long, narrow eyes stared at her darkly. His long fingers clasped her jaw and held her delicate face in front of him.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Ling Youmei reached out to slap his hand, a trace of annoyance appearing on her face.

What exactly did this man want?

She gave it to him, but he didn't want it, so why was he still talking so much nonsense!

"I won't let go!" Ho Shaohui opened his thin lips and said in a low and domineering tone.

"You!" Ling Youmei could not help but feel angry. She glared at him angrily and started to struggle.

"Don't move!" Ho Shaohui shouted in a low voice. He took out a tissue with his other hand and actually picked it up to help her wipe away the tears on her eyes and eyelashes.

Ling Youmei suddenly widened her eyes and looked at his actions in disbelief.

Ho Shaohui's actions were not gentle, it was obvious that he did not do this kind of thing often. Furthermore, his personality was arrogant and despotic, and he was not the kind of considerate and gentle man.

But for a person like him to suddenly make such a gentlemanly move, how could it not be strange?

Ling Youmei was stunned for a long time, unable to recover from her shock.

"Look at you, how old are you? You cry all the time! If your makeup is ruined, you won't look good. Don't you women love beauty the most?" Ho Shaohui said not gently as he wiped her tears, but his tone revealed a trace of doting.

The two of them were very close at this moment, and Ling Youmei could clearly see his facial features.

"I'm not crying, I'm not crying, how many times do I have to say it?" Ling Youmei came back to her senses and pushed him away in resistance.

"So what if you're crying, what's wrong with admitting it?" Ho Shaohui ignored her struggles and continued to wipe her tears. His eyes suddenly became sharp and deep. "Or is it the last thing you want to admit that you are actually crying for Qi Yueze? Are you sad that he married your sister and not you?"

Ling Youmei's body trembled and she froze.

He actually guessed her thoughts?

She didn't want to admit that she was crying, but she didn't want others to find out that she was still sad for Qi Yueze.

It had already been two years, could she still not let it go?

No, she didn't have such a long relationship.

It was just that tonight's wedding couldn't help but make her feel sad.

Ho Shaohui finished wiping her tears, but he still held her chin and looked at her without blinking. His expression was profound.

"Thank you, I really didn't cry." Ling Youmei finally couldn't take it anymore and broke free from him, standing up.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that this Master Ho tonight was a little different.

But she couldn't tell what was different about him.

It had probably been too long since she had been treated so gently.