Even when the woman got closer, he would feel disgusted.

Sure enough, the feeling of holding another woman is so different from holding her.

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

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

He looked at her sleeping face under the light, as calm as a chrysanthemum, so peaceful, and his heart seemed to have become calmer the moment he saw her.

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

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

Even though he deliberately moved lightly, he still woke her up.

"Ajin..." She opened her eyes drowsily, her hazy apricot eyes seemed to be dyed with a layer of glass color.

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

As he spoke, he held her and walked towards the bed.

She leaned her head in his arms and asked while half asleep and half awake, "You... smell so good, so fragrant... It's the smell of perfume, right... go ahead

Where is it?"

"I had something to do today, so I went to the bar. I guess it was stained there." He put her on the bed, "You just go to bed and I'll wash away the smell."

Her eyelids gradually drooped shut again.

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

In the bathroom, he stood under the water and rinsed his body. The smell of perfume on his body must have come from the woman who was in the club just now.

The expensive perfume doesn't smell as good as the soap on his hand, because... it's the same smell as her body.

It was as if his body was also stained with her scent.

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

He bent down slightly, brought his nose closer to the other person, and smelled the other person's scent.

"Ling Yiran, tell me, when should I let you know my identity? Or should I let you rely on me until you can't live without me? Even if you know who I am, you will still be

You'll stay by my side, right?"

He murmured in a low voice, and the only sound in the small room was the breathing and heartbeats of the two of them.

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Chapter completed!