The next moment, Ling Yiran was surrounded by Yi Jinli from behind. He hugged her carefully, and his breath sprayed in her ears, "What if it were me, if one day, I did something wrong and I cried like that, would you forgive me?"

Ling Yiran laughed, "What are you talking about? I'm talking about Ye Wenming, why did you suddenly mention you? Besides, you did nothing wrong, why are you going to cry?"

"I just said...in case," he said softly, his lips gently kissing her earlobe.

He was so attached to her and so scared.

Her body trembled, her cheeks turned red, and her ears could clearly feel his lips. Please, don't he know that he is like this now...well, is it easy for her to react?

She turned around and stared at him with a slightly red cheek.

"Will you forgive me? Or... like Zhuo Qianyun treats Ye Wenming, life and death are not allowed..." He couldn't continue, maybe because he was too afraid that he would hit the nail on the head.

Once upon a time, he also began to become superstitious.

It seems that as long as it is about her, he will become less like himself.

Ling Yiran only felt that at this moment, Yi Jinli's extremely beautiful eyes seemed to have a touch of pitifulness.

Well, it seems that since she became pregnant, her maternal love has become more and more intense. She can't stand his pitiful eyes, and she just feels that it will crush her heart.

She raised her hands, held his face, and said to him, "Okay, you really plan to cry if you do something wrong in the future. You are a person who wants to be a father at least, and you have to be a role model. But..."

She paused, touched his face in her palm, and Kakao oil.

Not really nice touch!

"If you really cry like Ye Wenming, I will definitely feel distressed! At that time, maybe I will forgive you no matter what mistake you make." She said.

His eyes stared at her deeply, gently holding her hand and lips, and kissing her palm.

"So, let's just say that." He murmured, finally kissing her lips.

Her warmth, her softness, and her breath all made him deeply love her.

His still, just like that, forever, it would be fine...

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Ling Yiran went to Zhuo Qianyun the next day and asked, "Do you really refuse Ye Wenming's donation of liver?"

"How did you know?" Zhuo Qianyun asked.

"Last night, Ye Wenming got drunk and ran to me and asked me what to do to get you to accept donation of liver. At that time, he was a little drunk and was crying all the time." Ling Yiran said.

Zhuo Qianyun's eyelashes trembled slightly. Now, when she heard these, she seemed to be listening to other people's affairs.

Whether Ye Wenming was drunk or crying, she couldn't cause any turmoil in her heart.
Chapter completed!