Chapter 874

She said, trying hard to pull back her own hand.

But he was firm, "call me ah Jin." He said.

"This is not suitable, Mr. Yi, we..."

"call me ah Jin." He insisted, "or do you want to spend it here with me?"

Ling still bit her lip, glanced around at the corner of her eyes, many people were looking at her side at the moment. If you continue to pestle here like this, maybe for a while, there will be videos of her and him here on the Internet.

"Ah... Ah Jin!" She spits out these two words almost with great difficulty.

At the next moment, his lips raised a smile. In those beautiful peach blossom eyes, the smile replaced danger and ferocity...

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Ling still watched Yi Jin leave, who walked into her rental house, and considered whether he should change the place.

But on second thought, even if she did change her house, I was afraid that he could still enter her house at any time.

"What do you want?" Ling still stares at Yi Jin and leaves.

"Are you going to make dinner?" He asked, looking at some of the dishes she had bought from the market.

"Yes." She said.

"Then make it for two. I'll have it too." He said.

She was stunned, and then said, "what I bought is only for one person, but they are not enough. If you are hungry, you can go to the restaurant or order takeout."

"But I want you to do it." He said, "if the food is not enough, then what else do you need? I'll let someone buy it."

Ling is still silent. With her understanding of him, if he really decides what to do, it will be achieved.

The difference is nothing more than the process.

It's just a meal, just like thank him for saving her today. She said to herself in her heart, and then she took a long breath and said to him, "well, I see. It will take me about half an hour to cook dinner."

Then she turned and began to cook dinner in the kitchen.

Ling is still familiar with the action of washing vegetables, cutting vegetables and then cooking.

But Yi Jin leaves is quietly looks at that wipes the thin back.

As if looking at her like this, that kind of satisfaction will appear again.

These days, when he is alone in the empty yizhai, his mind is full of her figure. Even every night, he has to sleep in the bedroom she used to have, covering the quilt she covered and hugging the clothes she didn't take away, so that he can sleep.

It's like holding her in your arms.

It's like a person dying of thirst in the desert. Even if he just sniffed at the objects, her residual breath made him feel like he could linger.

But until now saw her, until her figure really came into his eyes, he had a kind of feeling of living.

It's like finally seeing the oasis in the desert, and then desperate to get close to the water source, to constantly ask for...

Ling still prepared the meal, took the meal, walked out of the kitchen, put it on the small dining table, and then handed the chopsticks to Yi Jin to leave.