"I just hope that the police station can let them go. For you, this is just a matter of words." She said urgently.

"It's a matter of one sentence, but... so what?" He looked at her leisurely, which was in sharp contrast to her anxiety.

She tightened her hand hanging by her side slightly, took a deep breath, and met his eyes, "What should I do before you can let him go?"

His eyes darkened slightly, he put down the pen in his hand, stood up, and walked slowly to Ling Yiran.

His hand gently held her hand, "Sister's hand seems to be very cold."

Her body suddenly stiffened. Compared with his hand, her hand was indeed cold.

He lowered his head, placed her hands in his, gently rubbed her hands to keep her hands warm.

He performed this movement very skillfully, gently and with care, as if she were the treasure he was protecting.

God! What was she thinking? Ling Yiran hurriedly scolded himself in his mind not to think about some messy things, and his murmuring voice sounded in her ears again, "Sister, do you feel your hands are warmer?

"

"Ah... it's getting warmer." She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held her hand tightly.

"Don't worry, if you rub it for a while, it will get warmer." He said.

Ling Yiran looked at the person in front of him with confusion. His current gentleness and his previous indifference and ridicule seemed to be two different people.

Although her hands were getting warmer and warmer, her heart seemed to be becoming more and more uneasy.

"What will it take for you to let him go?" Ling Yiran couldn't help but asked again.

"Why did sister suddenly change her mind and want to let them go?" he asked without answering.

"My grandma is not in good health and is hospitalized. I don't want grandma to worry about this anymore." She replied truthfully.

"Really, it seems that your grandma is very important in your heart. For her sake, you came here to beg me just a few days ago." His voice was very soft and authentic, like a bass cello, slowing down.

Chilling slowly.

She felt as if her nose was filled with his breath. And all the blood in her body seemed to be rushing towards the hands held by him.

"Then what position do I hold in your heart, sister?" He suddenly raised his head, and those extremely beautiful eyes were staring at her sharply at this moment, as if to destroy her whole body.

It's like I've seen through it all.

Her body trembled suddenly, and her almond-shaped eyes stared blankly into his black ones.

In his pupils, she saw her somewhat panicked face.

He leaned down and slowly moved his face closer to hers, his warm breath spraying on her face, "It can't be an important position. If it was, then Ajie wouldn't be so unsentimental.

I left, I think, in a disdainful position."

Her hands were still warm, but her body seemed to be getting colder and colder.

Ling was still staring blankly at the handsome face close at hand. The expression on his face still looked so gentle, and even the movement he held her hands in was still so gentle, but his eyes

The light is cold.

For a moment, she seemed to understand something, but she still refused to give up, "Will you... let them go?"

"No." He answered her.

Her heart seemed to be sinking more and more. Yes, he was Yi Jinli. I'm afraid no woman had ever rejected him before.
Chapter completed!