Ling Yiran pursed her lips, and didn't know how to answer for a while, so she could only open the lunch box and start eating.

Yi Jinli's eyes fell on Ling Yiran, leaving her by his side again and again as if gradually becoming an inability to do so.

I didn't want her to leave, I just thought about what to do so that she would really willingly stay by his side.

Once upon a time, even a lunch became his hope. He could eat with her like this. Even if it was quiet sometimes, it would make him feel happy.

Thinking about it now, maybe it was his happiest day at the time when he was "A Jin". At least at that time, she would talk and laugh with him, treat him as an ordinary person, and help him dry his hair intimately, and call him "A Jin" over and over again.

A Jin...A Jin...

Did she know how much he wanted to hear her calling him like this, as if she was calling her most important family member.

When Ling Yiran finished eating and looked up, his eyes met Yi Jinli's gaze.

He was looking at her, and the lunch box in his hand had not started to move at all. In other words, when she was eating, he was looking at her from beginning to end?

Thinking of this possibility, Ling Yiran's face suddenly turned red, then quickly stood up and said, "I...I'll go back first."

She said as she bent down, trying to pack up the lunch boxes she had eaten on the coffee table.

His hand suddenly pressed against the back of her hand, and then he raised his chin slightly and stared at her with his eyes fixedly, "Sister, can you call me 'A Jin'?"

The murmuring tone was like begging.

Her body stiffened for a moment, and she felt her throat suddenly become hot, "Why... suddenly for no reason..."

"Call me 'A Jin', I want to hear you call me 'A Jin' now," he said.

She pursed her red lips, but she didn't say anything as he wanted.

His face was getting closer to her face little by little, "Isn't it okay to scream?"

She suddenly felt that the tip of her nose was full of his breath. Seeing that his lips were about to touch her lips, she was in a hurry and called the doctor, "A Jin!"

His lips stopped shortly from hers, and then he smiled slightly, "It sounds so nice."

She just felt that her face seemed to be hotter.

The moment his hand let go of her, she almost ran away from the presidential room.

In the office, Yi Jinli lowered her eyes and looked at the hand that had touched the back of her hand just now. It seemed that her warmth was still left in the palm of her hand.

After a long time, he slowly closed his hand, as if he wanted to hold the temperature firmly.

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In the evening, after packing up the restaurant, Ling Yiran was about to leave, Zhuo Qianyun handed a sign language book to Ling Yiran, "This is a sign language book. If you really want to learn sign language, you can take a look."
Chapter completed!