Yan Ling choked and couldn't say anything anymore, just hugged him tightly.

Feeling the cold temperature on his body, he hugged him harder.

In the next second, he found that Yi Haiyin's body was stiff, and the whole person was stunned.

He didn't look back, or even moved, but just kept his original posture and stood quietly for a long time.

The hand holding the guardrail is constantly tightening, constantly tightening, as if to crush the wooden guardrail in the hand, and the back of the hand is blue...

Yan Ling choked, her thin body leaning on his back, big tears dripping onto his back, the warm humidity seemed to burn people.

I don't know how long it took before Yi Haiyin slowly lowered his head and looked at the hands that circled his body and wrapped around him.

The white fingers are tightly entangled, and the fingertips are a little white because of too much force.

His cold eyes moved slightly, as if he was wondering whether everything he saw in front of him was an illusion that he missed too much.

"Ling'er..." His thin lips moved, and he yelled softly.

The sound is very light, and the light will drift in the wind at any time.

He didn't expect anyone to respond, he seemed to be shouting to himself.

"It's me." Yan Ling bit his lip, holding his waist hand, silently tightening.

Immediately, Yi Haiyin seemed to be awakened by the answer, he turned around abruptly and looked at the person standing behind him in disbelief.

In the dark pupil, a shock burst!

"Yi Haiyin, I'm sorry...Um!" As soon as Yan Ling's words were spoken, a pair of big hands suddenly held her face, and his cold lips kissed her.

His movements were quick, but very gentle, he gently pressed against her lips, and realized that she was not resisting, and then slowly deepened...

Keep deepening the kiss.

Yan Yinyi was pityed by him, tears from the corners of his eyes flowed out, and he reached out and hooked his neck proactively, stood on his toes, and responded to his kiss.

The two people kissed in the wind, and the sea of ​​flowers behind seemed to have become the background.

The faint fragrance of flowers lingers in the nose, as if it has become the smell of love...

After a long time, Yi Haiyin slowly let go of her, and embraced Yan Ling, whose breath was disordered, into his arms, clasping the back of her head tightly with his big hands, as if he wanted to rub her into his arms.

Muttered, "Sure enough, in a dream, you will respond to me."

"..." Yan Ling was startled, someone raised his head in astonishment, looking at Yi Haiyin with blank eyes.

What did he just say?

In my dream...

"Yi Haiyin, this is not a dream, you see clearly, it is me..." Before Yan Ling finished speaking, Yi Haiyin's body suddenly softened and leaned against her.

She couldn't hold her tall body at all, and was overwhelmed by him to the ground.

Holding Yi Haiyin who passed out, panicked for a moment.

"Yi Haiyin, when you wake up, don't scare me!" Yan Ling tried his best to free himself from his arms, looked at his abnormally pale face, reached out and touched his forehead, only to find him His forehead was hot and scary.

He has a fever and blows the air while standing at such a high place. Is he going to die? !

"Is anyone, help call an ambulance!"

"Don't go to the hospital." Yi Haiyin seemed to suddenly regain consciousness, and suddenly grabbed her hand, grasped her wrist very hard, and muttered.

"Ling'er, don't go to the hospital..."