His eyes raised slightly, and he looked at her and said, "Yes, you will never be a burden to me, you will be my life."

Her heart suddenly jumped. This man was loving her so seriously, five years ago, and still five years later!

She moved and walked out of the bed.

"What's wrong? Do you want to drink water or go to the bathroom?" he asked, stood up and walked quickly to her side.

"It's nothing, it's just...well, I suddenly want to touch you." Ling Yiran said. Although the bandage has been removed on her hand, she only applied some scar removal ointment to the wound of the surgery every day, but her fingers still couldn't do it. She also needed to stimulate the nerves in her hands with a slight current every day.

"So where do you want to touch? Do you have a face?" Yi Jinli said, gently holding Ling Yiran's hand and gently pressing it on his cheek.

His slightly cool cheeks touched her fingers with a hint of warmth, and his cheeks gently rubbed against her palms.

She always makes him feel warm.

The person you really rely on is actually him!

Yi Jinli slowly followed Ling Yiran's hand and came to his neck and collarbone. Finally, he unbuttoned the buttons with one hand, and gently carried her hand on his chest and came to his heart.

Ling Yiran's face turned red. Although her hands couldn't move at this moment, it didn't mean there was no touch. In the palm of his hand, there was the temperature of his skin, as if he could still feel the vibration of his heartbeat.

"I'm all yours, you can touch anywhere you want," he murmured.

She could only have the urge to bleed his nose. Didn’t he know how imaginative it was when he said this?

"Where do you... want to touch?" His voice, a cold tone, had a unique hoarseness, as if it was constantly bewitching people's hearts.

Ling still felt that his body was getting hot, and there seemed to be some desire in his body, which was easily triggered by his hook.

"A Jin..." She couldn't help but shout his name.

He looked charmingly, "Yiran, do you want to touch me?"

The word "think." was spit out of her mouth naturally.

The next moment, he picked her up and placed her on the huge hospital bed.

On the white sheets, she looked particularly slender, and her injured hands gave her a kind of charming weakness.

Yi Jinli gently kissed Ling Yiran's forehead, "Yiran, I love you."

"I love you, just as you love me." Ling Yiran said.

Yi Jinli calmly closed his eyes. Did she know how deep his love for her? Can she... really be as deep as him?

If this is the case, how good would it be?!

Even now, he should be content. As long as she loves him, even if her love is not as deep as him, it doesn’t matter!

His fingers gently unbuttoned the sick clothes she was wearing and covered her body...

After a while of warmth, Ling still felt that her body was about to fall apart. After finishing her work, she began to feel embarrassed. I am afraid that anyone can know what happened in this ward. There are also these traces on her body. Although she was wearing a sick suit, she could still see some "traces" on her neck.
Chapter completed!