Zhao Yin did not do anything randomly.

He sat Shi Yongfang on the sandalwood ring chair beside the window, lowered his body, held the armrests tightly with his hands, and looked at him coldly.

"What did you do today? Tell me?"

What did you do?

What and what?

Shi Yong was confused.

Thinking about it, I pushed him angrily.

"You care about me. If you are crazy, you will lose your temper..."

She wanted to straighten her body, but Zhao Yin suddenly pressed it down and pressed it against her, letting her back shoulder against the back of the chair.

It was hard and hurt. Shi Yong let out a low voice and raised his head angrily, but saw that the man's deep eyes were as dark as the sea, as if they contained countless surging emotions.

"Why are you bullying?"

It's hard, it's soft.

This move was perfect.

Zhao Yin listened to her obvious softening sound, looked at the little claws that gently pulled his sleeves like a cat, rolled up his lips, raised his hand to smooth out the broken hair scattered on her cheeks, then stroked the palm of his palm on her cheek, held it up, and asked lazily.

"Is my hands much warmer than the white horse's boat?"

Um?

Shi Yong was stunned, "Are you jealous?"

After saying that, she was a little funny, "No. No. Even if you are jealous, you won't ignore the epidemic... Zhao Yin, are you sick, right?"

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Everyone thinks that what kind of "serious illness" did the Grand Commander suffer from?
Chapter completed!