Chapter 361

For a long time, she heard a sigh from him, and then, he slowly straightened up, the pair of charming peach blossom eyes with a helpless look at her, "it's just you."

Only she, he would yearn for her to think of him, and only her, so he refused to answer him, but he had no way to take her.

It seems that in front of her, he will become more and more unlike himself.

"Wipe my hair off." He said, and handed her a towel that was drying her wet hair.

Ling was still stunned for a while, and looked at him stupidly. He bent down again, and the whole head reached her eyes.

"What's the matter? When I used to rent a house, didn't sister often wipe my hair? " He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her.

But at that time, it was not the same as now! Ling still sipped his lips, then covered his head with a towel and began to wipe his wet hair.

Because of the towel, it covered his face and let her relax a little.

At the moment, he is like a good little dog, letting her brush her hair. At this moment Ling still felt as if she was his master, and he was bowing to her.

Then, she laughed in her heart, God, how could she have this idea? I'm afraid she is just like an ant in front of Yi Jin. As long as he pinches it at will, she has no power to fight back.

Is it because of his meekness at the moment? That's what makes her feel that way?

After a while, she felt almost wiped, so she took off the towel, "OK."

At the moment, his hair is messy because of the just wiped relationship. The bangs cover his forehead and most of his eyes, making Ling still feel like seeing the previous a Jin.

After the bangs, those dark eyes are staring at her, as if unconsciously attracting all the souls of people, making people want to have a look at the whole picture.

Ling still can't help but stretch out his hand, gently lift Yi Jin from the forehead of the bangs, more clearly see his eyes under the bangs. Cold, beautiful but with a rare clear, beautiful impressive.

Just at the moment, the pair looked at her eyes, but there was a rare tenderness, as if she was the one he cherished the most.

Ling is still a spirited man. He suddenly returns to his mind. Just as he wants to take back his hand, Yi Jinli has already grasped her hand and pasted it gently on his cheek.

"What's the matter? Don't you like my face? Before elder sister a didn't say, I look good, even if I look every day, I won't be tired of it? " He was low, his voice was hoarse, and his cheek gently rubbed against the palm of her hand, which seemed to have an infinite attachment.

Ling still wants to take back all the words she said before.

Her face is red. Don't start. Don't dare to look at his face again. It seems that it will make her more confused.

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

"Did you drink traditional Chinese medicine?" Ling still asked subconsciously, turning around and looking at Yi Jin in surprise.

"Well." Yi Jin responds gently.

"Are you ill?" She asked.

"It's traditional Chinese medicine for regulating the stomach, isn't it that elder sister said that I should take good care of it? I've listened to you He said, with a smile on the corner of his lips, his expression seemed to be asking for praise.

Ling is still at a loss. Is she really going to pat him on the head for praise?

"Then... It's good." It took her a long time to suppress this remark.