In fact, there was a time when she could already sleep with the lights off.

But later, after breaking up with him, he returned to having to turn on the light to fall asleep!

At this moment, Ling still closed his eyes and silently counted the sheep in his heart, wanting to fall asleep early.

But I couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard it was.

Especially... there is another person around her now. Even if she is closing her eyes, she seems to be able to feel his breath in her nose. And... as long as her body moves a little, it will touch his body.

The bed was obviously very big, but it always seemed to be able to touch his body easily.

When counting a thousand sheep, Ling still couldn't sleep, so he couldn't help but open his eyes.

Because she was lying on her side at this moment, a handsome face suddenly became imprinted into her pupils.

He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes, like a fan, fell a shadow on his eyelids.

The tall/right nose bridge, the angular face, and the sexy thin lips make people feel pleasing to the eye just by looking at it like this.

At this moment, looking at him sleeping like this, it would not be like him who opened his eyes, which would give people a sense of oppression.

He is the noble Ye Yi in the deep city, but now he is lying beside her and becoming her husband. If it were more than a year ago, she would probably have never thought of it.

Will they have a dispute over whether to reduce fetal loss in the hospital tomorrow?

Ling Yiran thought with some concern, and suddenly, her eyes fell on his chest.

Because his nightgown had a little open relationship, from her perspective, you can see that there was a hideous scar on his chest near his heart.

Although the scar has faded a lot after years, the original horror can still be imagined. She knew that it was the wound left to him by his mother!

He... must have hurt a lot! Ling Yiran thought to himself.

Suddenly, a pain came from her hands, which brought her trance back to her.

Only then did she realize that her hand was about to touch the scar on his chest just now, but before it could be touched, it was locked by his hand.

But his deep peach blossom eyes were now looking at her with a hint of coldness, "Why, do you want me?"

Her body trembled, and her face turned red, and she immediately denied, "No, I...I just..." What is it? I just can't help it?

Ling Yiran himself didn’t know what kind of rhetoric to use to explain it!

"Do you know what your actions mean?" he sneered. "If you don't plan to ask me, then don't make such misunderstandings again in the future."

It was not until she responded, "I understand." He let go of his hand and closed his eyes again.

Ling Yiran's cheeks were red, looking at his hand that had regained his freedom, and quickly stuffed his hand back into the quilt.

God, what happened to her just now? Do you actually want to... touch it?

She closed her eyes again and calmed down her mood.
Chapter completed!