But the pain she imagined was not coming for a long time.

She couldn't help but open her eyes, only to see him holding her hand, as if he was watching intently, and then asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

In an instant, a feeling that even she couldn't explain clearly came up, making her nose a little sour.

He always made her illusion that he cherished her very much, but the fact is that he could throw her away very simply!

"Yi Jinli, since you don't love me, don't kiss me! Don't ask me if my hand slaps you hurts. If you do this, I will only feel disgusted!"

She glared at him and pulled her hand back from his fingers.

Her long hair was messy, her face was intertwined with red and white, and a few strands of hair were touching the cheeks. Her black apricot eyes were a kind of obvious resistance.

Yi Jinli's face suddenly became extremely pale, his body shook, and then he felt like a nausea surged up. He covered his mouth with his hands, staggered out of the bed, and walked towards the bathroom.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Yiran heard the sound of vomiting and rang in the bathroom.

I probably drank too much so I vomited, anyway, it would be good to vomit!

Ling Yiran got off the bed and looked down at his right hand. The pain of slapping his palm remained.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seems that beating someone is really hurting others and yourself.

In the bathroom, the vomiting sound gradually stopped. After a long time, Yi Jinli did not come out of the bathroom. Ling Yi Ran couldn't help but guess whether he was drunk inside.

Ling Yiran walked to the bathroom door and knocked on the door, "Yi Jinli, you... how are you?"

After waiting for a while, no answer came from inside.

So she could only raise the volume again, "Yi Jinli, can you hear my voice? Are you asleep drunk inside? Otherwise... I knock on the door three times, if you don't open it, I'll come in!"

She said, starting to flex her fingers and knocked hard at the bathroom door.

One, two, three!

After knocking on the door three times, there was still no movement inside, let alone opening the door.

Ling Yiran then twisted the door handle and pushed open the door. She was only glad that Yi Jinli did not lock the door from the inside, otherwise she would have to find the locksmith if she wanted to open the door.

In the bathroom, a figure was curled up in the corner at this moment, as if... she was... drunk and fell asleep.

Ling Yiran sighed in his heart. He was indeed very drunk!

Walking forward, she bent down and planned to help him onto the bed.

Just bent down and realized that it was not what she thought.

At this moment, his body shivered from time to time. Although his eyes were tightly closed, his lips were almost pursed into a straight line, his eyebrows were frowning, and his face was pale like a piece of white paper. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept oozing out from his forehead and then slid down his cheeks.

He was not drunk and fell asleep in this way!

Ling Yiran quickly said, "How are you doing? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

His eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes. Her face was reflected in his dark eyes, "Don't you hate me? Why should you care about me?"

She was suffocated. This man who was enough to call the wind and rain in the deep city and made many people afraid, inexplicably made her feel like a quarrel child.
Chapter completed!