Yi Haiyin hugged her, bowed his head and gently painted the corners of her mouth, as if coaxing a child who had a temper.

In the end, he noticed that she was shaking, and he stopped all his movements. He just hugged her, gasping for breath, finally let go of her, got out of bed, and took a cold shower in the bathroom.

Yan Ling was left lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

When I watched, tears burst into my eyes.

When Yi Haiyin came in, what she saw was her motionless, like a doll without a soul, lying quietly.

"Yi Haiyin, if I keep being like this, will we never be able to be together like normal people?" Yan Ling said, the beautiful child turned to Yi Haiyin's direction, and the eyes suddenly burst out Tears.

"I scared you." Yi Haiyin stepped forward, picked her up from the bed, rubbing her hair distressedly.

In the cold eyes, there was a complex light.

After a long time, he faintly opened his lips, "Ling'er... go see a doctor."

"..." Yan Ling's body stiffened, and then, she understood what he meant, and slid into his arms with some resistance.

"I'll be with you." Yi Haiyin's thin lips opened slightly and hugged her tighter.

When she didn't resist, she dressed her and carried her out of the apartment.

"Master, it's all arranged." The old waiter saw them coming down and immediately opened the car door respectfully, letting Yi Haiyin hug Yan Ling into the car.

No one said anything along the way.

Yan Ling had been leaning against Yi Haiyin's arms obediently, allowing him to hold himself until he saw the sign of the hospital's gate, before he became nervous, and reached out and hugged Yi Haiyin tightly.

"Yi Haiyin, I think I'm okay. Let's go back, okay? You see, I let you hold it now, and I'm not afraid anymore. I must be just too nervous before. Let's try a few more times, I will definitely be able to! "

"Ling'er...face reality." Yi Haiyin hugged her, got out of the car in no hurry, and held her in his arms with his big hands.

After her mood stabilized, she led her and walked towards the hospital.

Yan Ling tried to stop several times, but Yi Haiyin didn't force it, but stood quietly with her until she calmed down and was willing to follow him to the hospital.

Sitting in the counseling room, Yan Ling seemed very upset.

"Yi Haiyin, I don't think I'm sick, why should I come to the hospital?" Yan Ling looked at the psychologist who was walking towards her, and grasped Yi Haiyin's arm with both hands.

"Miss Linger, don't be nervous, Professor Zhang is the best psychiatrist in this hospital." The old waiter was beside him, lowering his voice to persuade.

Although he didn't know why his young master, who should see a psychiatrist, didn't come to see him, but brought Yan Ling instead.

Who are these two people sick?

"Which one of you is going to see a doctor?" Professor Zhang stepped forward, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and suddenly spoke.

"he!"

"she was!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, Yi Haiyin and Yan Ling, pointing at each other.

When I saw the other person's finger pointing at me, I was stunned again.

"Apo!" The old waiter couldn't help laughing, was glared by Yi Haiyin, turned around quickly, and walked out.

"I think you two need to take a good look." Professor Zhang reached out and took the record file from the shelf, sat down at the table, and looked up at both of them.