"Ling'er!" Yi Haiyin turned around, reached out and hugged her into his arms, hugging her tightly with his arms.

He was slightly startled when he noticed that she was shaking.

Without asking anything, he picked her up, strode into the room, and put her on the bed.

Holding her face in both hands, Zitong tightened when she looked at her pale face for a moment.

Before he could speak, Yan Ling quickly got into the bed and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt.

He refused to show his head.

"I like you... it has nothing to do with who I am." Yi Haiyin said suddenly as she watched her dodging behavior.

His eyes flickered, his long body followed, and he lay down on the bed, stretched out his hands and hugged her thin body into his arms.

"How come it doesn't matter? You are the eldest master of the Yi family!" As soon as his arm touched Yan Ling, she immediately wanted to avoid it with excitement.

But as soon as he moved, Yi Haiyin took her into his arms even faster.

"When you liked me... I was not the young master yet." Yi Haiyin's voice sounded slowly in her ears.

Yan Ling's body became stiff, he wanted to refute, he wanted to say that he didn't like him at all, but he couldn't say anything.

Even if she never told him once, Yi Haiyin still noticed it.

He found out that she liked him.

But does he know how many things are separated between them?

Just take out the same, you can hurt each other so much...

"Ling'er...My Linger...don't push me away." Yi Haiyin hugged her, muttered softly, like chanting, repeating in her ears.

Yan Ling listened quietly, tears suddenly falling from the corner of her eyes uncontrollably.

Only by holding the quilt tightly with both hands can I control myself without looking at him or hugging him.

He is the eldest young master of the Yi family, with a noble status, but can say, "As long as she doesn't separate, she can do whatever she wants."

She no longer knows what reason to use to reject him...

Like Siamese babies, the two were hugged together and lay down all night.

The first ray of sunlight from Dawn passed through the window, and when it was shining on the bed, it fainted a layer of golden velvet light on their bodies.

Yan Ling opened his red and swollen eyes and slowly said, "Yi Haiyin, when today's filming is finished, I will invite you to dinner."

Yi Haiyin was startled, then nodded, "Um... I invite you."

Hearing this, Yan Ling's eyes flashed, but he did not refute.

Just moved his body slightly, trying to get up from his arms.

Yi Haiyin didn't stop her any more, but picked her up, clasped the back of her head, pulled her to his eyes, and kissed her on the lips.

Without waiting for Yan Ling to start, he let go of her, got out of bed, hugged her, and went into the bathroom.

As always, take care of her like a child.

Seeing him twisting the hot towel and wiping her face earnestly, Yan Ling bit her lip suddenly, her hands clenched into fists out of control, and the pain of piercing her palms with her nails to distract her.

"We can't go to the studio together." Before going out, Yan Ling suddenly refused Yi Haiyin's hand extended towards her.

Yi Haiyin looked at his lost arm, his cold eyes flashed slightly.

Without persisting, turned around and left first.

Looking at his back, Yan Ling silently counted down the time in his heart. It was the last day. When the scene was filmed, it should be over between them.