"I love her." Yi Haiyin opened her lips first before Yang Muya spoke.

In one word, it was enough to make Yang Muya feel relieved to take people away.

"Yi Haiyin, I dreamt of you..." Yan Ling narrowed his eyes and saw Yi Haiyin holding her, and suddenly smiled sweetly.

A clean sound, like a clear spring, ran through my ears.

Yi Haiyin hugged her hand and tightened. Without saying anything to Yang Muya, he hugged her and left Yang's house in stride.

As soon as he got in the car, Yan Ling, who was just now well-behaved, drove wild.

"Where is my wine? Give me another shot!" Yan Ling was sitting in the passenger seat and suddenly raised both hands, trying to stand up.

Strangled by the seat belt, frowned unhappy.

Reaching out for a long time, without unfastening the seat belt, he turned his head to look at Yi Haiyin pitifully.

"Did you tie me up? You are a bad guy and you want to sell me?"

"..." Yi Haiyin grasped the steering wheel's hand tightly, turned her head and watched her IQ degenerate into a child's state, and distressed light flashed in her cold eyes.

As soon as the accelerator pedal was stepped on, the car rushed out like an off-string arrow.

When the car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, he realized that Yan Ling, who was still making noise just now, suddenly became quiet.

On her pretty face, it looked like a piece of paper.

With both hands on her chest, her action is...

Yi Haiyin's eyes flashed, and he quickly reached out to unfasten the seat belt for her. In the next second, Yan Ling quickly pushed the car door, rushed out of the car, squatted on the side of the road, and began to vomit.

"Ling'er!" Yi Haiyin regained consciousness, and quickly followed, gently backing her back.

After she finished vomiting, he picked her up and walked into the room.

Yan Ling drank too much alcohol all night and became crazy about alcohol, even without knowing himself.

Yi Haiyin was thrown up by her, and she forcibly poured a few bowls of sober soup into her, and she gradually became sober.

He clearly saw that the person in front of him was him. Yan Ling looked at him with his eyes wide open for a while.

I don't know how long it takes before I seem to be sure that it is not my dream.

Yi Haiyin appeared in front of her again...

"Ling'er..." Yi Haiyin's thin lips pressed against her auricle, whispered softly, and slowly rang in her ears.

He held her hand, tightening silently, and confined her tightly in his arms.

The shirt on his body was taken off long after Yan Ling got dirty.

At this moment, Yan Ling was leaning on his smooth chest and could clearly feel every beating of his chest heart.

Feeling the warm body temperature on him, Yan Ling suddenly became flustered.

"Yi Haiyin, you let go..."

"Not loose!" Yi Haiyin refused without leaving room.

She cares about him in her heart, why do she have to push him away?

Just because he is the eldest master of the Yi family?

Yi Haiyin suddenly stretched out her hand, held her face, and said every word, "Ling'er...no one will take us apart."

"You don't understand, it's not just because of this!" Yan Ling pushed him away, holding his head in both hands, and yelled at him, "I am not clean anymore, I was given..."

Before Yan Ling's words of collapse were finished, Yi Haiyin's child pupil cracked with shock.

Everything he knew seemed to have changed, and his body became rigid.

His reaction turned into the greatest irony in Yan Ling's eyes.

Tears slid down, Yan Ling desperately wanted to step back, but Yi Haiyin suddenly stretched out her hand and pressed her thin body firmly into her arms.

The voice was trembling, "Ling'er, it's me..."