Yi Haiyin's arms continued to tighten, pressing her trembling body tightly in his arms.

In the ear, it was all the words she shouted just now.

She felt that she was unclean, but she didn't know that the person who made her unclean was right in front of her.

The person she hates... it's him!

"What nonsense are you talking about? You don't know what I mean. I am being slapped by someone..." Yan Ling couldn't push Yi Haiyin away, tears kept falling down, the last few words, how could I say Not export.

"Yi Haiyin, I think I'm so dirty, don't you know, I think I'm so dirty!" My thin body kept trembling, trying to curl up into a protective posture, crying bitterly.

"Not dirty... My spirit is not dirty at all." Yi Haiyin straightened her body, with clear eyes, staring straight at her white cheeks, bowing his head to kiss her lips.

The tears at the corner of Yan Ling's eyes rolled down in an instant.

Passed his fingertips, scorching like magma.

"Yi Haiyin, you don't have to lie to me, no man would not mind such a thing, I am not as good as you think..."

Even she can't accept it herself, how can he accept such a thing?

He is so cold and noble, high above, his wife is a woman who has been defiled...

This will become a stain for his life.

She don't want to be his stain...

"Ling'er!" Yi Haiyin held her hand, looked at the pain on her face, and silently tightened.

With a desperate madness, thin lips quivered lightly, one and one another, forcing a sentence from his throat, "I was the person that night...I hurt you...You are not dirty."

"..." Yan Ling's eyes widened in shock, and looked at him incredulously.

What did he just say?

Yan Ling pushed his arm away suddenly, and he backed away suddenly.

The sadness and pain on his face turned into anger in an instant, and he yelled at him, "Yi Haiyin, do you know what you are talking about? Do you think you can comfort me by saying this? Makes me feel even dirtier!"

She didn't need his comfort, much less his sympathy.

He is such a cold and noble person, who can't even take the initiative to say a word to a woman, how could he do such a heinous thing.

The more he was like this, the more uncomfortable it made her.

How sorry did he pity her that he thought of using such words to comfort her?

"Ling'er, it's not comfort... it's true." Yi Haiyin's cold eyes were blood-red, as if trapped in a magic barrier. Looking at her stunned face, she slowly closed her eyes, as if facing a scene. A trial that I dare not face.

"I drove into you that day...I was the one who forced you."

He didn't even dare to look at her, because he was afraid of seeing a trace of contempt, disgust and hatred in her eyes.

He knew he could not be forgiven, but he thought that if they could be together, he could slowly compensate her, and when she fell in love with him, they would be the happiest couple.

But he didn't know that before the truth was revealed, it became the biggest obstacle between them.

Became her reason for rejecting him.

How could his spirit be dirty? He is the one who is dirty.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be like this...

"How do you know that I was hit?" Yan Ling's body stiffened, his eyes covered with tears, slowly lifted up and looked at Yi Haiyin.