From the beginning, all he wanted was her willingness.

But now, as time goes by, he wants more.

I want to get more and more like her, and I want her to no longer like other men except for his surprise.

He couldn't even accept that in her future, another man besides him, would be involved in it. Every time he thought of this possibility, his heart would be filled with a feeling of jealousy.

Jealousy... Because of her, he finally understood what jealousy felt like.

Ling Yiran raised her eyes and looked at Yi Jinli seriously. His hands were pressed against her cheeks, which was hot. And these little things that he had been with him continued to appear in front of her.

Even though... she still had a certain fear of him in her heart, maybe as he said in the car, she liked him.

Maybe he liked him when he was A Jin at the time.

"Do you really want me to like you?" she murmured.

"Yes." He answered without hesitation.

"So what kind of feelings do you have for me? Is it because I think I am new? So... is it a good game object?" She mustered up the courage and asked the words deep in her heart.

His eyes sank, and he suddenly sneered, "If I just treat you as the object of the game, why would I be like this!"

His hand clamped the back of her head, bringing the distance between the two closer, "In my life, there are not many people who want to love. Maybe you are the only one left besides my father. What kind of feelings should I have for you?"

pound! pound! pound!

Her heart beat even more intensely.

Ling Yiran gently raised his hands and put them on Yi Jinli's cheeks, as if to feel his existence more clearly.

His body suddenly froze. When he looked at her, he seemed a little surprised, and a little excited and longing.

"A Jin, I like you." She said this when she heard her voice.

This was the first time she knew his true identity again, and admitted her like in front of him!

———

The next day, when Ling Yiran opened his eyes, he saw Yi Jinli sitting beside the bed.

Wearing a white shirt and beige trousers, the morning sunlight fell on him, making him look cleaner and refreshing, just like the prince in the fairy tale world in the minds of every girl.

Then her gaze met his gaze.

"Are you awake?" Qingya's voice sounded in her ears.

She was shocked and sat up suddenly, staring at him blankly, "Why are you... here?"

"Because of some things, I want to make sure with you again." He said, leaning down, raising his hand and gently pushing the strands of hair on her cheek behind her ears, "So I came to your room early in the morning."

"What are you sure about?" She suddenly felt a little dry. Looking at him at such a close distance, the visual impact would be greater. His eyes, his breath, and his voice seemed to be able to easily touch people's hearts.

"Last night, sister, do you remember, do you still remember?" he murmured.

Her face turned red again, and the memories of last night began to flow into her mind, "Remember..." She bit her lips with her teeth and murmured.
Chapter completed!