"That..." Just as Yi Xiaoling spoke, Yan Shuhan suddenly turned his head and looked at her. She felt a little bit in her heart and forgot to say anything.

"Something?" Yan Shuhan was stunned when she saw her, opening his lips casually.

"No, I just want to ask, do you know what's going on with Auntie? I just came back, not very clear." Yi Xiaoling bit her lip and asked.

"Yeah." Yan Shuhan answered faintly, but did not speak any more.

Ok?

Is it over just a word?

Shouldn't he tell her what is going on?

His reaction was so cold, because he didn't want to mention Yu Xinxing's condition, or because he didn't want to talk to her...

She would not ask if she knew it.

I couldn't get an answer when I asked, instead I was frozen.

Yi Xiaoling lowered his head again, facing his finger.

But his eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of Yan Shuhan.

He is very good-looking, the kind that is indescribable.

His facial features were completely inherited from Yan Chengchi, and everything seemed to be meticulously carved by the Creator, unable to fault it.

When she was fine before, she liked to stare at him.

I thought that after watching for a long time, I would get bored sooner or later.

But after watching for so many years, she didn’t get tired, but the more she watched, the better she felt...

But now she can no longer stare at him blatantly.

Gradually, Yi Xiaoling found that his face didn't seem so ugly.

Even the corners of the mouth are slowly curved, like a smile but not a smile...

Is he in a good mood?

From the corner of Yan Shuhan's eyes, she caught a glimpse of the confusion on her face, and peeked at his eyes from time to time. The curvature of the corner of her mouth became more obvious.

The coldness on his body gradually faded.

The distance from the hospital to Yan's Manor is not too far.

It only takes less than half an hour to drive, but he drove for an hour abruptly.

When the car stopped at Yan's Manor, Yi Xiaoling in the passenger seat could no longer carry it and fell asleep.

She leaned on the seat, curled up slightly, sleeping very heavily.

But the eyebrows were twisted tightly, and he chirped his mouth from time to time.

The beautiful face, against the light, has a layer of fluff, like a baby.

Yan Shuhan turned his head to look at her sleeping face, released his grip on the steering wheel, did not wake her up, and did not get out of the car.

Turning his head to look at her quietly, his eyes were filled with inevitable tenderness.

I don't know how long it took before he stretched out his fingers, stroked her brows and eyes lightly, and scratched her little nose.

"Hmm..." Yi Xiaoling's nose itched, and he sniffed, frowning even tighter.

She seemed to wake up.

But in the end, he just mumbled, "Little husband, so sleepy..."

"..."

A few simple words, but like a punch to Yan Shuhan's chest.

She didn't open her eyes, and she knew that the person with him at the moment was him.

In her sleep, the person she dreamed of was not Odd Vitelli, but him.

Didn't she want him anymore, why did she still call him when she fell asleep...

Countless questions flooded into his mind.

Yan Shuhan pushed the car door and walked around to the passenger seat.

He opened her car door, unfastened her seat belt, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Just a quick kiss, can't satisfy his yearning for her...

Just when he was worried about waking her up, Yi Xiaoling instinctively reached out and hugged him, and the whole person was dazed in his arms...