"Yi Haiyin, this is not what I said to give birth to, in case it really is...well!" Yan Ling's lips were blocked before he could say anything.

Yi Haiyin's kiss was punitive.

Just by looking at the cold breath on his body, you know how resistant he is to having a son.

But this is really not her decision...

Yan Ling seemed to have predicted that if she really gave birth to a son by that time, Yi Haiyin would be so angry that she would push her son back into her belly.

Just imagining that scene, Yan Ling's body trembled in shock.

"Is it cold?" Yi Haiyin shook her, hugged her quickly, walked back to the tatami, pulled the quilt over, and wrapped her tightly.

Yan Ling likes to sleep now, and can fall asleep wherever she goes. Yi Haiyin is afraid that she will catch a cold. He puts a blanket on wherever she often stays.

"The face is so ugly, what's the matter?" Yi Haiyin asked worriedly, holding her face.

Thinking that she was still struggling with those paintings, Yi Haiyin's black eyes flickered slightly, and immediately he picked her up and walked towards the last bookshelf.

Pulling out a certain book on the bookshelf, I saw the huge bookshelf, unexpectedly moved slowly.

The safe hidden behind the bookshelf was exposed.

"Did you hide those ugly paintings in your safe?" Yan Ling shouted in shock, staring straight, looking at the man who entered the password on the safe.

He just wanted to keep her unsightly portraits, and even made a special trip to hide her in a safe. No wonder she just searched for so long and didn't find it...

Yan Ling couldn't cry even though she wanted to cry now.

"Not ugly, my spirit is beautiful." Yi Haiyin carefully took out the portraits in the safe.

Each painting was rolled into a cylindrical shape by him. Because there were so many of them, they had not yet been framed. They were just sheets of drawing paper, very simple sketches.

Yan Ling looked at the dozens of portraits in front of him, crying and laughing.

Subconsciously reached out and took one and looked at it.

I would have seen myself very embarrassing, but when she saw the portrait in her hand, she couldn't help being stunned. Some unexpectedly raised her head to look at Yi Haiyin.

"My Linger is not ugly." Yi Haiyin met her surprised expression, but repeated the sentence like a chanting.

Yan Ling bit his lip, put down the portrait in his hand, and picked up another one.

As if possessed, I just looked at it one by one...

At the end, even I was shocked, and the beautiful Zitong was full of surprises.

His safe was full of her portraits.

She has all kinds of looks.

The only thing in common is that she is asleep.

He painted while she was asleep. No wonder she never knew that he secretly painted so many pictures of her...

Yi Haiyin caught her very carefully, and he would even notice her with a slight frown.

Looking at these portraits, you can imagine how she fell asleep...

Yan Ling's heart moved slightly, and the indescribable throbbing instantly filled his heart.

She didn't know who had heard a word, a person, if he hadn't engraved another person in his heart, he would not be able to portray a person's most subtle expressions.

"Why didn't you tell me that you drew these paintings?" Yan Ling asked in a choked voice. With a thin body, snuggled into his arms, he reached out and hugged him.