His fingers were still tightly clasped on her jaw at this moment, not allowing her to dodge at all. His lips were a little cool, and for her gentle lips, it was so different.

And his kiss was also domineering, absolutely possessive, but it seemed to have a touch of tenderness and desire as before.

Ling Yiran felt her heartbeat keeps accelerating. At this moment, for no reason, she didn't want to struggle or resist.

She slowly closed her eyes and cooperated with his kiss. The scenes of the past not only appeared in front of her. It turned out that in just a year, some feelings would be so unforgettable.

It turned out that she once told herself that she wanted to forget, but in fact she didn't forget anything.

When the kiss finally ended, Ling Yiran opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

"Why don't you resist?" His voice whispered.

She didn't know how to answer because she didn't have the answer herself.

"Because I want to be a relative with me, even if I kiss you or do something closer to you, you can tolerate it for the sake of the child, right?" He frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Obviously, his marriage with her was just because of children, but he didn't want her to be really for the sake of children.

He said, his fingers stroking his neck and slowly down...

She suddenly came to her senses and grabbed his hand, "You said that you wouldn't touch me without my consent!"

He said lightly, "I said, I won't touch you, but... it's just that during your pregnancy, will you want me to not touch you for the rest of your life? Or are you planning to be a couple with me for the rest of your life?"

She was silent.

His fingers slid into her clothes, and her body suddenly trembled. Suddenly, the familiar feeling of nausea surged up again.

She almost subconsciously pushed him away, then rushed into the bathroom, lay on the bathroom and vomited on the side of the bathroom.

"Vomit...Vomit...Um..." The sound of vomiting kept coming from the bathroom.

Yi Jinli stood there, staring at the palm of his right hand with some confusion, and her body temperature remained on his fingertips...

A faint self-deprecation was raised at the corner of his lips, and then he walked to the bathroom door step by step, standing quietly, watching her lying on the bathroom side, vomiting so miserably.

I don’t know how long it took, but Ling Yiran finally vomited almost all of her breath, then he took a breath, rinsed his mouth, and raised his eyes, but found Yi Jinli standing by the bathroom door.

"Just now, suddenly..." She started her words and was interrupted by him.

"Is it because of my touch?" He murmured, walked up to her, looking at her pale face, his almond eyes seemed to be getting darker, his small nose and pitiful lips, only after kissing them can you understand the beauty.

I will become addicted to this and become fascinated.

But why, it seems that he is the only one who is addicted to it? Why is he still so easily influenced by her? Then he lost control.
Chapter completed!