My Husband, a Marshal: Conquering the Stars with My Culinary Arts-Chapter 567 - 191 A Little Bit Heart-Moved_3

At that moment, Miao Miao felt a bit uncomfortable inside, but she didn’t know how to start comforting him, so she just stayed silent, waiting for Chen Yin to gradually gather his emotions.

"Let’s sit there for a while. I had someone make a few pastries for you, all learned from your miss back home. They taste really good." At this point, Chen Yin didn’t want to discuss matters of affection with Miao Miao any further; he just wanted their interaction to be more natural. He led Miao Miao to a pavilion nearby and sat down.

Miao Miao followed his lead. After sitting down, she picked up one of the pastries, tasted it lightly, and then smiled at the eagerly watching Chen Yin, "It’s delicious."

"Good, good." Chen Yin’s nose felt sour; just seeing Miao Miao smile like that made his heart ache even more. Yet this time, he disguised it well, simply bowing his head and pushing a few plates of pastries toward Miao Miao, hiding his reddened eyes.

"Is there something Your Majesty wants to say to me?" Miao Miao suddenly wanted to ask. She didn’t know how it felt seeing Chen Yin lose his composure in front of her, but it wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

Chen Yin’s hand, gripping his thigh under the table, suddenly paused. He wanted to calm himself, but Miao Miao’s question made his mind roar, and he could no longer remain calm.

The handsome man has always had a dignified image, but in front of the woman he loves, he showed her his most vulnerable side, hoping she would look at him more: "Miao Miao, I... I still like you, want to be with you. I don’t ask you to like me, but please don’t distance yourself from me. Let me just look at you, be with you."

These words were, indeed, Chen Yin’s plea.

"It doesn’t have to be like this." Miao Miao’s breath became chaotic for a moment, not for anything else, but because Chen Yin’s words surprised her, "You are Your Majesty, it doesn’t have to be like this for me..."

To stoop so low.

"What’s the point of saying it has to be or not in love?" Chen Yin sniffed, knowing he couldn’t hide his tears much longer, "Don’t think I’m annoying. I just... Haha, today I’m like a crybaby, don’t laugh at me."

Chen Yin covered his eyes, tears sliding through his fingers. Miao Miao sat close enough that when she reached out with a handkerchief to offer him, a tear just happened to fall onto her hand.

Somewhat warm, yet somewhat cold, this unique temperature spread from Miao Miao’s hand to her heart, giving her an unusual feeling. Almost instantly, she felt her heartbeat become odd.

She didn’t offer the handkerchief; instead, she felt her increasingly strange heartbeat through the cloth. It was a bit rapid, a bit chaotic, but Miao Miao took a deep breath, knowing what was happening to her at that moment.

One tear, she seemed to have felt a little moved by Chen Yin.

But...

Miao Miao gently nudged Chen Yin. When this big man turned to look at her with swollen eyes and tears, she stuffed the handkerchief into his tear-soaked hand: "I’ve felt a little moved by you, but just a little."

"Ah?" Chen Yin looked at Miao Miao a bit confused, seeing her nod seriously, her lovely face furrowed tightly, and suddenly more tears fell, "Miao Miao, stop comforting me. I know you don’t like me. I’ll be fine after crying for a bit."

"I wasn’t comforting you; I was being honest." Miao Miao found Chen Yin a bit strange. He always hoped she would like him, but now when she felt a little moved, he didn’t believe it?

"You’re just comforting me!" Once Chen Yin started crying, he was hard to comfort, even though Miao Miao spoke very seriously. He was convinced Miao Miao was only saying that to comfort him, which made him feel even sadder, with tears unstoppable.

Miao Miao: ...

Thanks for your invitation, my fists hardened.

Miao Miao took a deep breath and seeing that Chen Yin had been crying nonstop, even the mighty Empire’s Majesty had turned into a tearful mess, it was quite unbecoming. So she gritted her teeth and gently hugged Chen Yin.

This hug wasn’t intimate; there was a small distance between them. Even the arms Miao Miao placed around Chen Yin’s back only slightly touched him. It appeared to be a polite yet distant ceremonial hug, but it surprisingly stopped Chen Yin’s tears, leaving him dumbfounded, staring at Miao Miao’s profile so close.

Chen Yin spoke with a heavy nasal tone, "Miao Miao..."

"Do you believe now?" Miao Miao retreated a bit, no longer hugging Chen Yin. She felt she had done something inappropriate for outsiders, and Chen Yin should believe she was a bit moved by him, right?

"You, you..." Chen Yin sniffed, full of grievance, "Since you hugged me, why not hold me a little longer."

Miao Miao: ...

Thanks for your invitation, my fists hardened again.