Yan Ling felt that his consciousness was being peeled off a little bit. Looking at Yi Haiyin in front of him, it was like looking at a large block of ice. He kept imagining whether the feeling of holding him would cool him down. ...

When she was near her limit, Yi Haiyin finally stepped forward and reached out to touch her forehead.

"Ling'er, your forehead is very hot, are you uncomfortable?" Yi Haiyin picked her up, turned and walked over to the bedroom, put her on the bed, and just about to reach for the quilt, Yan Ling reached out and hooked him. Neck.

"Yi Haiyin, don't go..." Her low voice, like the whimper of an injured little beast, with a deep sense of insecurity.

The arms around his neck were slender and boneless, and easily entangled Yi Haiyin's heart.

"I'm not going." Yi Haiyin took her thin body into his arms, rubbing her hair with his big hands.

Her long black hair was not polluted by any hair dye. It was vertically and naturally scattered on her shoulders, forming a strong color difference with her fair skin and long skirt.

It deeply stimulated Yi Haiyin's pupils.

His Adam's apple was rolling up and down, looking at Yan Ling, who raised his head towards his thin lips, his eyes moved slightly, one step faster, he lowered his head and blocked her lips, turned and pressed her on the bed, attacking the city.

Every step he took was cautious, and she was ready to stop at any time because of fear.

But the original taste was nothing, because her cooperation was like setting a fire on Yi Haiyin's body, burning his sanity instantly.

"Ling'er..." As soon as Yi Haiyin stretched out her hand to pull the skirt off her body, she caught a glimpse of her wrong face and unusual body temperature.

His eyes tightened and he looked at his confused eyes, as if he didn't know who the person in front of him was.

This feeling is too familiar to him.

Yi Haiyin was stunned immediately as he was struck by lightning.

All the desires on her body retreated in an instant, took Yan Ling into her arms, gathered her clothes, hugged her, and left the apartment and went straight to the hospital.

Along the way, facing Yan Ling's uncomfortable chatter, he grasped the steering wheel's hand tighter and tighter, almost crushing the steering wheel.

Turning his head to look at her because she couldn't get any relief, her cheeks were about to drip, her thin lips pressed tightly into a line.

As soon as you stepped on the accelerator, the sports car rushed back like an off-string arrow.

"Huh—" As soon as the car arrived at the hospital, Yi Haiyin immediately unfastened his seat belt, rushed towards the co-pilot, opened the door, took out Yan Ling who was almost unconscious, and ran into the hospital.

"Save her! I want her to do nothing!" Yi Haiyin rushed into the VIP consulting room, grabbed the doctor, and shouted suddenly.

Tousled short hair, full of panic.

"Yi, Master Yi, why are you here..." When the doctor saw Yi Haiyin, he was startled, only to find that Yan Ling, who was in his arms and fainted, spoke quickly.

"Put the patient on the bed first, and I will arrange treatment immediately!"

Yan Ling was sent to the emergency room, the door of the emergency room slowly closed in front of Yi Haiyin's eyes, he turned around and hit the wall with a punch.

He was full of hostility, with his hands in his short hair, holding his head, and sat on the floor of the emergency room.

What is he doing to force her to this point...

His spirit is so simple and clean, but because of him, he even thought of this method.

Yi Haiyin's cold eyes were filled with tears, and his heart was breathlessly depressed.