Yi Jinli regretted that he wanted Ling Yiran to come over to cook dinner today.

"Your hands continue to rush to cool water, I'll do the soup," he said.

"You're here?" She was a little surprised.

"No?" he asked back, then walked straight to the pot, opened the lid, looked at the soup inside, then started adding a little seasoning, then spooned a little soup with a spoon, and after tasting the taste, then turned off the heat.

This series of actions looked elegant and natural, which made Ling still feel like watching some kind of food blockbuster.

However, when Yi Jinli was making soup, his eyes still looked at her from time to time, as if he was looking at whether she was looking at the cold water well.

Mo Yue washed the cold water for about 10 minutes, and Ling Yiran's fingers were finally liberated from the cold water.

It's just that there's a little red between them, and nothing serious.

"It's still a little red." Yi Jinli said with a frown.

"It should be fine in two days." Ling Yiran said.

She had just finished speaking, but the next moment, he had already put her fingertips into his mouth, licking her tongue gently, as if gently soothing the wound on her fingertips.

Ling Yiran's body stiffened, and he felt that all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his fingertips, trying to pull his fingers back, but it seemed as if he couldn't exert his strength.

Gradually, his licking/licking turned into a kiss, a delicate kiss fell on her fingertips.

But his eyes were staring at her calmly.

In that eyes, her helpless face reflected, and her whole body seemed to be about to sink/destroy, immersed in his eyes.

The heartbeat seemed to be getting faster.

If she can't continue, she will...

Ling Yiran almost used all his strength to pull his hand back and took a step back, "My fingers are fine!"

Yi Jinli's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his black eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, making it more and more difficult to see what he was thinking at the moment.

"So let's have a meal."

The servant brought the three dishes and one soup cooked by Ling Yiran to the dining table, but neither of them made any noise during this meal, and the whole restaurant was quiet.

Ling still felt that Yi Jinli was extremely silent at this moment.

After finally finishing a meal, he said, "I'll ask the driver to take you back."

She nodded.

But before leaving, she looked at him and asked, "Are you okay?"

He smiled leisurely, "Sister, what do you think is wrong with me?"

Ling Yiran was silent. It seemed that she was thinking too much, so she stopped talking and turned around and left.

His black eyes fixedly looked at her back until her figure disappeared into his eyes, and he stood up and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor.

The bedroom she once lived in has now become his bedroom.

All the things she used were still left in this room, and every night, he had to come in this room to hold her clothes before he could sleep!

He opened the wardrobe, took out a long skirt she had worn before, and held it tightly in his arms.

It's like hugging your beloved lover.
Chapter completed!