After a long time, he heard his sigh in her ear, and then he slowly straightened up, and his confusing peach blossom eyes looked at her helplessly, "It's just you."

Only she would long for her to think of him, and only she would refuse to answer him, but he would have no way to do her.

It seemed that in front of her, he would become less and less like himself.

"Print my hair," he said, handing her a towel that was originally rubbing wet hair in his hand.

Ling Yiran was stunned for a moment, stared at him blankly and bent down again, and his whole head was in front of her.

"What's wrong? When I was renting a house, didn't my sister often wipe my hair?" He raised his eyebrows and said to her.

But at that time, it was completely different from now! Ling Yiran pursed her lips, then covered her towel on his head, and began to wipe his wet hair.

Because of the towel, it covered his face, which made her relax a little.

At this moment, he was like a good puppy, letting her wipe her hair. At this moment, Ling still felt inexplicably, as if she was his master, and he was bowing down to her.

Then, she laughed in her heart. God, how could she have such an idea? I'm afraid she should be like an ant in front of Yi Jinli. As long as he pinched it casually, she would have no power to fight back at all.

Is it because of his gentleness at this moment that she has this illusion?

After a while, she felt that she had almost wiped it, so she took off the towel and said, "Okay."

At this moment, his hair was messy because he had just been wiped, and his bangs covered his forehead and most of his eyes, making Ling still feel as if he had seen A Jin from the past.

The dark eyes stared at her calmly behind the bangs, as if they had unknowingly attracted all the souls of people, making people unable to help but want to get a glimpse of the whole picture.

Ling Yiran couldn't help but stretch out his hand, gently lifted the bangs on Yi Jin's forehead, and saw more clearly the eyes under his bangs. It was cold, charming, but also had a rare clear and beautiful feeling, which made people impress.

But at this moment, these eyes looking at her had a rare tenderness, as if she was the one he cherished the most.

Ling Yiran was shocked and suddenly came to his senses. Just when he was about to take back his hand, Yi Jinli had already grabbed her hand and gently pressed her hand on his cheek.

"What's wrong? Don't you like to look at my face? Didn't my sister say before, "I'm pretty, even if I look every day, I won't get tired of it?" He said softly, his voice was hoarse, and his cheeks gently rubbed against her palms, as if he had an infinite attachment.

Ling Yiran wanted to take back all the things she had said before.

Her face turned red. She didn't dare to look at his face again. It seemed that if she looked at it, she would make her feel even more panicked.

Suddenly, her eyes fell into a bowl on the table. Strictly speaking, the bowl was empty, but there were still some dark brown residues in the bowl.

"Have you taken Chinese medicine?" Ling Yiran asked subconsciously, turning his head to look at Yi Jinli in surprise.

"Yeah." Yi Jinli responded softly.

"Are you sick?" she asked.

"It's a Chinese medicine to regulate the stomach. Didn't my sister say I'd like to take some good care of it? I'll listen to you well." He said, a smile raised at the corner of his lips, and his expression seemed to be asking for praise.

Ling Yiran suddenly felt at a loss. Could she really want to pat his head and praise him?
Chapter completed!