Even when the woman approached more, he felt a sense of disgust.

Sure enough, when I hugged another woman, it was so different from the feeling of hugging her.

When he walked to the rental house, he squatted down and took out the spare key from the floor mat in front of the door. She always liked to put the spare key here, saying that if he didn't bring the key, he wouldn't be afraid of not being able to enter the door.

He opened the door and the light in the room was still on, and the slender figure was sitting at the table, lying on the table with his upper body tilted, falling asleep with his head tilted.

He looked at her sleeping face under the light, as peaceful as a chrysanthemum, and his heart seemed to have become more stable when he saw her.

He raised his hand and gently tweaked the hair on her cheek with his fingertips, as if he wouldn't get tired of even if he looked at her like this for the rest of his life.

After a while, he bent down and carefully picked her up from the chair.

Even though he deliberately made a light move, he still woke her up.

"A Jin..." She opened her eyes in a daze, and her misty apricot eyes seemed to be dyed with a layer of glass.

"Well, I'm back." He said, "I'll carry you back to the bed and you can continue to sleep."

He said, holding her towards the bed.

Her head rested in his arms and asked half asleep and half awake, "You... smell so fragrant... it smells perfume... where have you been?"

"There are some things today, so I went to the bar, probably because it was touched there." He put her on the bed, "You go to sleep well, I'll wash off the smell."

Her eyelids gradually drooped and closed.

He covered her with a quilt, then he took the changing clothes and went to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, he stood under the water and washed his body. The perfume smell on his body must have been stained with the woman in the club just now.

The expensive perfume smelled better than the soap on his hands, because... it was the same as the smell on her body.

It was as if his body was stained with her smell.

When Yi Jinli finished washing and walked out of the bathroom, he looked at the person sleeping soundly on the bed.

He bent down slightly, and his nose tip approached the other person little by little, smelling the breath on his body.

"Ling Yiran, do you think, when should I let you know my identity? Or, let you rely on me and always rely on me until you can't live without me. At that time, even if you know who I am, you will still stay by my side, right?"

He murmured, the small room was just the breathing and heartbeat of each other.

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Chapter completed!